perception – k. e. leger

‘Undo What’s Done’

You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!

 Undo What's Done
  
 you are His† son
 a tiny dot of sun‒
 that can wage wars
 beneath the stars
 from so close
 yet so far
  
 I feel it all‒
 deep inside
 ‒you have
 what it takes
 undo what's done
 ‒show the world
 your sum
  
 you are His† son
 larger than life
 cut by a knife
 bleeding deep‒
 from the inside
 ‒throw it, throw it
 far from your outside
 grow outward‒
 don't hide
  
 prove to Him†
 you are more‒
 than just a son
  ‒you are a light
 shining
 from a darkened sun

‘Backlash’

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
  
 He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
 –a warning
that will steal your laugh
  
 He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
 seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
  
 His† simplicity‒
 riddled with an interesting sass
 if you fall too far behind
on the graph
 He† has an unwavering strap
 administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
 in a dash
 giving you a chance
to bounce back
 from your deep, darkened nap
  
 but you haven't read
the telegraph
 you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
 you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
 or the blast
 you haven't even heard
the slush
 of His† slow drag
  
 instead
you waddle like an ass
 pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
 while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
  
 round and round
 lap after lap
 slowly distorting Him†
in every class
 mixing it all up–
 commoners can't even grasp
 leaving it all
to be given in mass
 not willing
to take on the task
 –it's all been a trap
  
 the mark of the beast–
 will be an easy lash
 they will be willing–
 without any wording sass
 let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
  
 how to measure gullibility–
 the strength needed
to cure this rash
 will take more
than attending a mass
 or around waist
wrapping a sash
  
 in the mind
will come the nag
 –a played-out invisible rag
 strange thoughts
making a face sag
 doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
 heaviness and confusion–
 mixing it all up in lag
  
 there's a better way to combat
 this dark invisible rag
 –powers hidden
once sealed–
 too high to be grasped
 it's now time
to bathe in its vast
 opening it up–
 the vaults...down...smash
  
 mind for mind...slash
 taking control back
 before the Lamb† comes
in a flash
 open up for a higher stash
 –sorting through trash
 with an energy in splash
  
 yes, He's† coming
 a warning in passing
 a chance to be given
for a new class
 a higher way
fighting in blast
 a choice in self's brass
 –thrive in eternity's musical jazz
 or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap

‘To Not See in Shame’

Micah adds to the importance of the Choose!

 To Not See in Shame
  
 He's† coming–
 He's† watching and...tired
 nothing has changed
 all lost in shame
 playing a tireless game
 for simple gain
 ‒forgetting His† glorious name
  
 He's† coming‒
 your songs are deranged
 your mentality strange
 believing in sports' games
 gold chains and diamond rings
 leaving His† name
out of range
 condemning those who sang
 glorifying His† name
  
 He's† coming‒
 152 sets the range
 in time...sets the change
 choose which side‒
 you'll play your game
 then it will be set
 no more chances to change
 you choose
it's your time
 to arrange the change
 before time
gets out of range

‘Pulling A Jonah’

Adhering to the Message!

 Pulling A Jonah
  
 you can run
but you can't hide
 upon you, lies God's† eye
 from one end to the next‒
 He† does not change His† tide
 He† remains the same‒
 in all colors of die
  
 no use in the pretend‒
 no use in loud or shy
 His† call to you to ride–
 to accept or to deny
 either way
you'll pay with your life
 eternity in die
 eternity in the light
 you choose
you have that right
  
 ‒that calling comes
from really high‒
 you can run
but you can't hide
 you...He'll† seek and find
 throw you in perils of life
 'til you accept with every sigh
  
 cry little birdie...cry
 He'll† wait
'til you get the right high
 bowing your head
reaching for the sky
  
 He'll† force your comply
 He† knows your heart inside
 His† calling
from within or outside
 important for the rise
 He'll† rage the water‒
 'til you submit to the cry
 then you'll see‒
 the beauty of the light

‘What Says You’

I am woman and my faith is my Choice!

 What Says You
  
 defiance in its true nature
 reaches those too immature
 to know the difference
 ‒a veiled struggling creature
 avoiding words of the one
true teacher
  
 over two thousand years ago
 blood fell on hands‒
 those in the know
 as they began to sow
 deceptions made
of silver and gold
 dawning black hats and robes
 ignoring what Jesus† came to show
 choices of ignorance
they choose
 ‒God† released His† grasp
His† hold
  
 time slips in its venture
 here and there...new adventures
 ‒words remain
from the one and only teacher
 He† will come
without another lecture
 He† will come
in storms of weather
 they'll be no guessing‒
 go on being the hater, the abuser
 you won't have to wonder
 when it's time‒
 you won't deny
the presence of the creator
  
 so go on...go!
 be the reason
for destruction...hold
 be thoughtless and bold
 He's† coming!
 He's† coming
absent silver and gold
 He's† coming to decide‒
 who stays, who goes
 who rises, who He† shall behold
  
 152...a good number to consider
 ignore...it doesn't matter
 He's† never been the taker
 ‒a constant in giver
 lessons, tests‒
 giving all chances in reconsider
 now His† patience is on the damper
 time is over...in chatter
 get on your knees‒
 be the prayer
 change your heart
to the honest giver
 repent in matters of sinner
 ‒time in choose
is now on the ledger‒
 no turning back‒
 He's†  becoming the taker!

‘Time Allotment’

Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!

 Time Allotment
  
 there were so many‒
 but not quite like the three
 babylon, rome, egypt
  
 babylon wiped from the map
 rome...an enemy-insertion trap
 as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
  
 there were many other nations
 tribes around the world
 worshiping their gods
in a swirl
 disappearing...gone
 ‒their gods' validation
  
 God† over-shadows all others
 they last quite a while
then smothered
 God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
 ‒leave them to the world's wonder
 just how many gods
are under the thunder?
  
 once mighty rulers
 having gold and emeralds
 hundreds of years‒
 forcing slaves
to dry them tears
 in each heart
placements of fear
 thousands of years
 controllers held dear
  
 all before: Jesus† appeared
  
 slowly, slowly rulers
 of such magnitude...disappeared
  
 are you blind...think so queer
 that you can out smart‒
 thousands of years!
  
 just three: babylon, rome, egypt
 oh my! thousands of years
 they had reason‒
 held their egos so dear
 forcing love to the rear
 live by hate, pride‒
 the shield...instilling fear
  
 but barely old enough
 to even see rough!
 built up pride and ego
 not even three hundred years!
 laugh, laugh, laugh
 ‒the emptying of the glass
 chances were given
to help you last
 ‒you're just using it in sass
  
 sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
 days are coming less sunny
  
 countries with more maturity
 countries with much more history
 fell to the feet
of the Mystery†
 ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
 ‒take heed to that of sincerity
 you're wasting a gift‒
 too young...a baby
 not even close to maturity
 ego, pride, greed‒
 wasted years in cruelty
 falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!

‘Renewing Spirit’ and ‘The Awakening’

For the Children…It’s a CHOICE!

 Renewing Spirit
  
 I wake up to an empty dawn
 raise my hands up
 give thanks...without a yawn
 knowing I wasn't deceived
 I wasn't a pawn
 by the One† wiser
than a fawn
  
 take me, take me whole
 in Your† arms...hold
 for I'm just in mold
 clay being recast
in gentle's bold
  
 awaken me
give me strength
 take me from death‒
 wash away my sins
 put joy in my heart
 weaken this defensive anguish
 steady my hands
calm my pulse
 give me the words
 to speak to them
like a boss

 The Awakening
  
 it is of great joy
 those willing to voice
 ‒given a sincere choice
 bent over
wrapped in foil
 thrown out
like a broken toy
  
 those from suffering
 will be the saving
 their choice
in their hearts
 no need to sort
  
 the warnings
are coming to pass
 make the choice
make it last
 listen to words
already cast
 fires in blast
soon to be coming fast
  
 love, love one another
 protect each other
from evil's smother
 know life
know how to cover
 shielded in hope
 for your coming Brother†
  
 don't be weary
don't be tired
 for the light isn't a liar
 but from the One† higher
 the One†, your deliverer
 your mother, father
brother, sister
 your everlasting Father†

‘Men of Songs’

Understanding depression and the veils by-way of Job!

 Men of Songs
  
 I thrash out my complaints
 I take the hurt, the blame
 put it all on my shoulders‒
 knowing
through all this rough terrain
 not one showed sincerity
not one came
  
 so I let tears fall
like rain
 open my mouth
my worded train
 feeling alone, empty
worthless...plain
 wondering if I'm really insane
  
 I cast out my stones to You†
 ‒Your† broken little dame
 all these tasks
my life...so drained
 not knowing the final aim
 just take it all in‒
 the arrows of false names
 on invisible ropes...I hang
  
 told...life is but a game
 learn to play it...you win fame
  
 You† and I know‒
 that's not how it's framed
 life isn't at all a game
 You†...no one can tame
 someone so righteous‒
 You† easily cast in flames
 and that person
will never be the same
  
 when this heart
feels weak in faint
 I look at all my I can'ts
 I re-hear all those filthy names
 know...none of them...I ain't
 but I know‒
 I'm such a tiny piece of grain
 and the only fame
to be claimed
 is that of Your† sweet, sweet name
  
 I'm so, so tired
of being maimed
 so tired of lonely's strain
 what have I gained
 on this hateful, lonely lane
  
 I know it's part of Jesus'†
 each and every vein
 I'm so weary...feelings‒
 my work done in vane
 so, I call on you...Jesus†
 please take all my complaints
 straight to our Father†
 ‒pull me out
this agonizing drain
 forgive all my trespasses
 turn me over‒
 to at least one heart
who feels the same
 ‒a bit of hunger
a bit of tame
 to do works of good‒
 in Your† sweet, sweet name

‘Shelters From Storms’

Using our gifts the right way byway of Matthew! How do we discover our gifts? How to use them? How to multiple our inside wealth? Easy. Listen.

 Shelters From Storms
  
 take these gifts...give them more
 open, open...will be doors
 no more seeking to find
 say this is mine
 it shall be yours
  
 place bets on things
 instead of doors
 what's yours will be no more
  
 treasures are found
 in gifts stored
 open, open the doors
 heal from your sores
 be fierce...the power is yours
  
 take these gifts...do more
 help the needy, help the poor
 put life in their décor
 never asking what for
  
 open, open the door
 don't be the evil's whore
 take what you know‒
 take it and soar
 high, high...my little commodore
 what you wish...will be yours
 for without fear‒
 the Lord†, you adored!

‘Solitary Confinement’

The truth of planting seeds by-way of Jeremiah! It’s time for hurting to take the personal responsibility to heal.

 
 Solitary Confinement
  
 they're out there enjoying life
 those who lied and betrayed
 while she sits in silence
 waiting for her time
  
 they all believe the opposite
 of what is true
 they are all blinded in fool
 while her tears cause her to drool
 praying...her inward tool
 for being condemned
 doing what she was supposed to do
  
 all abandoned her
 deciding to judge
 where no judgment was due
 pitying her–
 where no pitying was due
  
 so she accepts the cross
 ‒knowing full well...who's in charge
 in the waves of other's flaws
 like a rage doll...she was tossed
  
 but her hopes
stayed with the light
 their insecurities
weren't even her fight
 in her eyes
she just watched their blight
 screamed at them
in her troubled fight
 thinking it was her right
 standing up for herself
against the night
 those suffering for lack of insight
 in only the Lord†
can things ever be right
  
 yes, she watched...screamed
 with all her might
 years of blight‒
 but it was never her fight
 ‒she was already in the light
  
 so she waits...sometimes in cry
 accepting the silence
 her temporary confinement
 for ever lasting enlightenment
 as those who suffer inside
 play with false lives
on the outside
 ‒the lost coveting what they lost
 concealing in lies...lost
 not knowing what it means
 to take it to the cross
  
 yes, they condemn her, judge her
 placing her in depressed...lost
 when all the while‒
 what they refused to see
 she was always a faithful child
 of the Boss†!

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‘Undo What’s Done’

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‘Backlash’

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‘To Not See in Shame’

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‘Pulling A Jonah’

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‘What Says You’

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‘Time Allotment’

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‘Renewing Spirit’ and ‘The Awakening’

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‘Men of Songs’

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‘Solitary Confinement’

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