Tag: Lord

Lord of the Summer Night

I love the hour or so that evening takes
To pull back the covers for day,
And gently tuck it in to rest
So the fireflies can come out to play.

It’s a lovely miracle the Lord provides,
A wonder for all to see,
When heaven unfurls its starry light
And declares His majesty!

A sweet serenade fills the scented air,
When insects, great and small,
Take their cue from the night, to begin their song,
For the One who created them all.

It’s then that I rest and breathe in the peace,
From the sights and the sounds of the night
And give thanks to the Lord, for the wonders He’s made,
As evening overtakes the light.

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020

OUR SAVIOR


 Thank you, Lord Jesus,
 For your unfailing love, 
 As you looked through
 The corridors of time,

 And saw Calvary’s Cross
 And the pain You’d endure,
 And the suffering 
 That should have been mine.

 Your love bound you securely 
 To God’s plan for mankind.
 Your pure Blood,
 Shed for one and for all.

 Your innocent eyes
 Beheld the horrors of that day.
 In your obedience,
 You answered God’s Call.

 Your life for our pardon,
 Your Blood for our sin,
 Your will to die,
 That our will could be free.

 You thought of us,
 As the joy set before You.
 You are the Justifier 
 Of those who would believe.

 Your resurrection from the dead,
 Stands out in Your Word,
 As the event that changed history, 
 For all time.

 You were born. You preached truth,
 You were killed.  You were raised.
 You live on,
 Our intercessor, Divine.  

 Nelda Johnson
 6/11/21
 If you don’t know Jesus as Lord and Savior, would you consider all He has done for mankind?  Would you believe that God raised Him from the dead and ask Him to save you?  You will never regret it, for all eternity.

Bandera

The golden moon has risen
Over the Hill Country’s 
deep dark green.

The silhouette of the mountains
Is the artwork 
Of the night scape serene.

How beautifully clear 
Is the ebony sky,
That’s studded with such brilliant light.

How purely fragrant is the late summer breeze,
That blows ‘neath the twinkling stars,
And kisses the twisted oak trees.

Your glory, O Lord, is seen all about,
Great beauty for all to behold.
The wonders of your creation, Lord,
Are a feast for the eyes and the soul.

Nelda Johnson

Your Word is Truth

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!

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

Before I Close My Eyes

Night’s rest has now come,
My labors have ceased.
Peace is the air that I breathe.

I’ve spoken with my Lord,
Cast my care upon Him.
My soul is perfectly at ease.

I sit here so late,
With His Word in my hands,
To quarry one last bit of light,

To fill up my mind and
To ponder in my heart,
To feast on, to my soul’s delight.

Sing songs of deliverance 
Over me, my Lord.
Give rest to my weary soul.

When tomorrow’s light dawns,
Let me rise with intent,
To purposefully reach that day’s goals.

Let me walk in a manner
That pleases you, Lord.
Let me shine with the light of your love.

Grant me grace and strength
To meet life’s demands,
Straight from Your own heart above.

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020

A Woman In A Far Away Town


She came to the well at midday,
When the women of town were at home,
No judgement, no stares, no whispers were there,
Just the Samaritan woman alone.

No friends to walk with her to Jacob’s well,
No kindness to come alongside,
Always alone to finish her chore,
Five husbands, yet still not a bride.

She had never wed the man in her home.
She lived with him outside the law.
With her head hung in shame, she stood at the well,
Bucket in hand, with water to draw.

Standing near her, she saw a man at the well.
A Jew who could not look or dare speak.
She sought to ignore Him and finish her work,
Until he asked, “Will you give me a drink?”

A Jew asked a favor? This surely can’t be,
Yet with kindness He continued to say,
“If only you knew the Gift of God,
Living water I could give you today.”

Jesus had compassion and revealed who He was.
Told of her history and present day sin.
Never shamed her or judged her in any harsh way,
Because of this, she led many to Him.

Oh, that we could look past the stains others wear
And the shame of bad choices in life,
And offer God’s grace and an encouraging word,
Not judgement and stares filled with strife.

Let’s put on compassion and walk in His love,
Let’s build up and never tear down.
Let’s remember His love He so freely shared
In that long ago, far away town.

Nelda Johnson - Inspired by John 4:4-29
Copyright 2020 

	


	



			
				


			

			
The One
		
	
	

		

They stood as one and watched from afar
As slowly, He entered their town,
With dust covered feet, that carried their hope,
The One called the Bright Morning Star.

Together, as one, they ran hopefully to Him,
Crying, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!”
They knew when their faith embraced mercy and love,
The sores and scars of the flesh would grow dim.

To be healed and made whole was the hope of each one,
Wrapped in rags, as the dust swirled about,
To be cleansed of the shame and made whole once again,
To be touched by God’s own precious Son.

“Go and show yourselves to the priests,” He said,
As pity swelled in His heart for the ten.
Faith gave wings to their feet, as they turned and went
And watched life return to the flesh that was dead.

No longer ten, but now only one,
Who was healed and cleansed and made whole,
Turned steadfastly around as joy flooded his soul
And loudly glorified God!  It was done!

He then fell at His feet and gave thanks from his heart,
This one, which once watched from afar.
“Ten were cleansed, the nine, where are they?”,
Asked the Lord, of those who chose to depart.

“Stranger, are you the only one to give thanks and return?”
“To turn back and give glory to God?”
The nine continued on to the task of the Law,
Humility, gratitude, dependence...
They failed to learn.

“Rise and go your way;
Your faith made you well,”
Said the Lord,
To the one, on that day.

Hear me now, when I say, 
Let’s give thanks to the One
Who touched our filthy rags
With His precious blood, did He pay.

Let’s return and give thanks,
Each new day that’s given,
To the One who cleansed us from sin,
God’s only dear Son.

To Him, be the glory, the honor and praise!
He called us and made us His own!
Let our hearts return often to offer our thanks.
Keep us humble, grateful, dependent, 
Throughout all of our days.   
Nelda Johnson copyright 2020