When daylight is dimming,
As the sun sets so low
And the coolness of dusk settles in,
My gaze is fixed upward
And my lips offer thanks,
For the many victories
You’ve caused me to win.
Not my might nor my power
Has conquered my foes,
Not my wit or my wisdom at all,
But your Spirit that dwells on the inside of me,
Gave me strength
And caused the enemy’s fall.
Your Word, it sustained me
All through the day long;
Lit my path, gave me peace and made me strong.
Your Presence, my Lord,
In my life each new day,
For that, I do earnestly long.
With You Spirit, Your Word
And Your Presence, so dear,
The enemy’s plan can’t succeed.
And I’ll always give thanks
At the close of the day,
To my Lord, who’s supplied all my need.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Tag: Lord
His Favorite: Thoughts From the Back of a Motorcycle
Lord, what must Your
Favorite color be?
I so often ponder that.
For the wonderful world
You have made for mankind
Is a most exquisite habitat.
Is your favorite color, cornflower blue,
Like the lovely fall skies above
Or the blue of the deep, dark
Ocean at noon,
Or the pale eyes of the children you love?
Could your favorite color be
The mid-summer green,
Of the mountains all covered in trees,
Or the deep, dark shadows cast in Fall,
When the colors change in the leaves?
Is pink the color that
Captured your heart,
Like the horizon
At the close of day,
Like the tiny flowers that
Blanket the fields,
Where the breeze blows
And the butterflies play?
No matter the color,
That pleases you most,
I am thankful for one and for all.
For Your radiant glory
Is abundantly seen,
Throughout this diversely, beautiful
Celestial ball!
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Seasons
How kind of You, Lord,
To create for us all,
The seasons of the year.
How thoughtful of You
To so kindly provide
The changes, that now are so dear.
Each season is beautiful,
In it’s own unique way;
Like the hands and the faces of man,
Like the flowers of the field
Like the birds of the air,
Like the beautiful trees of the land.
Fall is my favorite,
By far than the rest.
Its beauty surpasses them all.
Fall’s a moment in time,
To look back and give thanks, Lord,
For Your blessings, both great and so small.
Fall’s cotton fields are white,
The breeze is so cool,
Refreshing the summer weary soul.
How grateful I am
For Your heart that’s so kind,
To bless man must have been Your main goal.
Grandpa winter lays
His beard on the hills
In the form of the white, sparkling snow.
And tucks the earth in,
For her long winter’s nap
As the frigid wind does constantly blow.
Like clockwork, Spring throws the covers back
And the earth
Awakens from sleep.
Joy, in the form of flowers,
Springs up.
Green grass sprouts forth, ankle deep.
Sweet showers prepare earth
To welcome the sun,
Summer gardeners preparing to reap.
Summer’s fun brings childhood to mind.
Memories flood in
Of bicycles and blue summer skies.
Once again, my heart celebrates
And I say, thank you, my Lord,
For sweet seasons, that bring tears to my eyes.
Nelda Johnson. Copyright 2020
Gifts From Above 