When the words that I’ve spoken
Have been misunderstood,
And the enemy whispers,
You’re surely no good,
There is Your Word.
When my heart races on,
And I can’t find Your peace
And the anxious thoughts in my mind
Just won’t cease,
There is Your Word.
When I’m feeling alone
And there’s no hope in sight,
Not a soul to confide in,
No help to cast light,
There is Your Word.
Order my thoughts aright, O Lord,
Help my heart to abide in Your rest,
You’re the friend who walks by my side, my Lord,
You encourage me on to the best.
You are the Word.
Thank You, my Jesus, that You are Lord,
You’re not just simply a man.
Thank You, Your Word says that You cannot lie,
And that You have an intricate plan.
Your Word is truth.
Nelda Johnson
Treasure
Lord, the friend of my heart
Needs a touch from Your hand,
Your healing virtue to flow, head to toe.
Help her, Lord,
Show forth Your power.
Fill her room with Your presence,
Here below.
Let Your joy be her strength,
Your peace be her might,
Let Your love, drive out any fear.
Hold her close, O my King,
And answer her prayers.
Gently wipe away each and every tear.
I thank You, sweet Lord,
For the gift of my friend,
For the treasure You’ve given to me.
Bless her and keep her.
Make Your face shine upon her.
Give her Your sweet, precious peace.
Nelda Johnson
Written for my friend suffering from cancer.
The Lord was faithful, indeed!
Grateful Heart
When heaven was stormed
By the prayers of the saints,
You stirred the waters for me.
Your heart moved with compassion,
Mercy guided your hand
And bestowed the gift of healing, so sweet.
How gracious and kind
Your are to your own.
How loving and faithful are You!
You fill my life with abounding joy,
To Your promises, O God,
You are true.
Forever I will praise You, O Lord,
All honor to Your holy name,
I will forever sing!!
You are resplendent in Your glory,
In You, I want for nothing, Lord;
My Shepherd and my King!
Nelda Johnson
Written during a battle with cancer. I thank the Lord for His faithfulness to me.
For My Love
Angels can never taste the salt
From tears cascading down,
When life takes an unexpected path
And sorrow seems to abound.
Nor can angels ever feel elation,
As I do when you enter a room,
And cause light to fill my senses and soul,
Leaving no space to be conquered by gloom.
Angels can never feel this peace,
As I rest on your shoulder at night,
Feel your warmth, hear your voice, close my eyes to the day,
Watch my cares so silently take flight.
What a gift to be God’s and a gift to be yours,
As my days on this earth come and go.
Angels an never know this joy,
That comes from loving you so!
Nelda Johnson
His Words
What saith you, my Lord,
As I sit here at your feet
And wait with bated breath
For your loving lips to speak.
What saith you, my Lord,
To your child who loves to hear,
Your Words of affirmation
That drive out the thoughts of fear.
Your Words fall from your lips
Just like a sparkling waterfall,
That fills this needy jar of clay,
Then helps me stand so tall.
Your Words wash all the doubts away,
That try to crowd inside.
They make me see Your heart for me
As I so silently abide.
Oh, speak so sweetly my Father and Friend,
To all with an ear to hear.
We need your guidance, your care and your love,
Every minute of the day, the whole month and each year.
Nelda Johnson
Heavenly Treasure
In the early morning hours
When our home is dark and cold,
I lie nestled in my warm, soft bed
With the covers pulled up round my nose.
You have never been my close friend,
Early morn of deepest dark.
You have never held an ounce of allure,
You have never laid hold of my heart.
But in this new year, my longing to hear
The voice of my savior so sweet,
Means rising from bed in the dark of the morn.
Where our two hearts and two spirits can meet.
Life’s clamor and chaos that fill the day’s light
Gives way to the silence in the darkness of morn,
Where my soul feels the music of two hearts entwined
And the joy of being reborn.
O, early morn, what a friend you’ve become,
A precious time to meet with God’s Son,
And seek out His heavenly wisdom
For the earthly battles that soon will be won.
Your clarion call has gently come forth,
Your loving desire is so clear,
“Come seek me my child, in the early morning hours,
My voice will be sweet in your ears.”
Nelda Johnson
WARRIORS
I wrote this poem in gratitude to those who prayed for me during a cancer battle. They were my Warriors. God heard and answered! Nelda Johnson
THEY ARE LIKE STARS IN THE HEAVENS
THAT SHINE BRIGHT IN THE DARK,
LIKE THE GLORIOUS COLORS OF SUNSET,
LIKE A LONG, SWEET WALK IN THE PARK.
THEY ARE LIKE BUTTERFLIES LIGHTLY DANCING
‘NEATH SOFT BLUE SKIES ABOVE,
LIKE A GIFT OF FLOWERS BEING GIVEN
WITH A HEART SO FULL OF LOVE.
ALL THESE THINGS AND MORE
SPEAK OF THE BEAUTY OF THOSE WHO HAVE PRAYED,
WHO HAVE SOUGHT THE LORD IN HIS GOODNESS,
LACK OF SLEEP IS THE PRICE THEY HAVE PAID.
WITH ALL OF MY HEART I SAY THANK YOU,
FOR THE SWEET PRAYERS YOU HAVE OFFERED FOR US,
FOR YOUR LOVE, FOR YOUR CARE, FOR YOUR KINDNESS
YOU CRIED OUT AND IN GOD PUT YOUR TRUST.
THANK YOU SO MUCH, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
FOR YOUR WARFARE PRAYERS, SO DEAR.
BECAUSE YOU ARE FIGHTING SO HARD FOR US,
WE CAN STAND IN PEACE, WITHOUT FEAR.
THE STORY OF STORIES
The heavenly star shone brightly that night,
In a deep, obsidian sky.
While shepherds watched their grazing flocks
As fear soon filled and permeated their life.
Before them stood a holy angel of God
And the glory of the Lord shone all around.
“Fear not,” he said, to the trembling men,
“Good news with great joy, to all, will abound!
For today the Savior of the world is born!”
The great star brightly led the way.
The angel said, “He will be wrapped in cloths
And will be found lying in the manger’s hay.”
The heavens opened to an angel and choir
And glorious praises filled the night air so still.
Saying, “Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth, to all men, good will!”
The lowliest of the lowly,
Sinners just like you and like me,
Said, “Let us go and find this baby,
With our hearts and with our eyes, let us see.”
They beheld purity and innocence, previously unknown.
Never before had there been such a One.
They departed to tell all the others of Jesus,
Of Christ, the Savior; God’s only dear Son.
Let us be like the shepherds, Lord.
Help us to faithfully go and to tell.
Help us to stay filled with joy and with wonder.
Keep us always saturated with holy zeal!
Nelda Johnson
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Thanksgiving
Thank you for the cross, my Lord,
That caused you so much pain.
Thank you for the cross, my King,
That was solely for my gain.
No nails held you, my Jesus,
To that rough hewn wooden frame.
Your love bound you securely
To that instrument of shame.
You covered my transgressions
On that dark and sorrowful day.
The bruises and the blood you shed
Washed the debt of sin away.
You suffered so, for all mankind,
That we might walk in peace.
The stripes you bore
For our life and health,
They tore at your flesh so deep.
We were the joy
Set before you, my King,
For us you endured the loss.
Thank you, praise you, bless you, Lord,
For the rough hewn,
Blood stained cross.
Nelda Johnson Copyright 2020
This poem was composed on the back of the motorcycle on a trip from Louisiana to Maine. We passed a church in Tennessee with a very tall cross in front of it, near the highway. My heart was struck by the pain I know the Lord endured. I am a grateful sheep.
Joy of Your Salvation
Let the joy of your salvation
Be the anthem of my soul;
The music of my lips,
Heartfelt worship of one made whole.
Let your fragrance, Lord, surround me,
As your Spirit directs my path.
Be the only One seen,
Like the naked tree,
Made bare by winter’s cold blast.
Live large in me, my God and King,
Accomplish your plans through this yielded soul.
Let my dreams be birthed in your heart in heaven,
My will entwined in your own.
Let all that weighs heavy on this heart and this soul,
Be subject to Your Divine Joy.
Let all heaviness be like chaff in the wind,
As your Holy Name I implore.
I offer you thanks with all my heart,
For this coming new year you have so kindly given.
Thank you, Lord, for life yet to live,
By your love may I solely be driven.
Nelda Johnson Copyright 2020
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