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
Tag: Peace
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!
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
My Delight
If the governments of nations are not too great
For Your mighty shoulders to bear,
Then I know full well
That the cares of my soul,
With You, I can certainly share.
You lift the weight of all my cares and concerns,
As I purpose to cast them on You.
You grant me peace in their place
As I trust with my heart
In Your mercies each day,
That are new.
All praise to the King, who dances over me
And sings me songs
In the darkness of night.
All praise to His infinite glory and grace.
He is my hope, my sweet peace, my delight.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Day Is Done
The evening sun hangs low, in the distant reddened sky,
While dusk moves in stealthily, from the east.
The whip-poor-will is singing her mournful song,
As the labors of daylight soon cease.
The darkened silhouettes of the mountains so tall,
Rest snuggly against the deep, twilight sky.
The stars all shimmer like diamonds, so rare,
As the full moon shines its bright, silvery light.
Another fine day has come and now gone,
Like a dusty traveler who is weary from the road,
Who has travelled long, to some faraway land
And then rested, after lightening his load.
Velvety quiet has finally, gently settled in,
Like some silent guest, who is completely at peace.
It’s a recipe that beckons me somehow, to peaceful, restful, much needed sleep,
As a distant, lonely coyote is heard, calling for a friend.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
The Path
There’s a path that leads to His presence,
So sweet and rich and so fair.
Come with thanksgiving
And your mouth filled with praise.
Hear His heart while you meet with Him there.
Peace is the air
That you breathe while with Him,
joy, from His presence divine.
Hope for the future
That lies ahead,
Hope filled with grace so sublime.
Don’t despair to go
And meet with the One
Whose heart loves you more than you know.
Forsake all life’s distractions
And take that sweet path.
Rest in Him
Cast your care, as you go.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Thoughts On Philippians 4:6-7
Be at rest, O my soul,
Be at peace within me.
Don’t be anxious for anything,
Said He.
Rather pray....talk to Me,
Give thanks and ask,
My promise to you, is My peace.
My peace is a mystery,
You won’t understand.
It guards and it garrisons about.
Your mind and your heart,
I will keep, dear child,
When you faithfully
Call upon Me.
It’s because of the blood
Of My own dear Son,
It’s through Christ
That I grant you sweet peace.
With a promise like that
I wonder, why do I fret?
Why do I wrestle in fear?
When all I need do,
Is stand up in faith
And whisper my cry in His ear.
A fortress He’ll build
Round my heart and my mind,
That no devil from hell
Can tear down.
For it’s sealed with the
Blood of the One that I love,
Who died,
And Who lives
And loves me.
Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020
Gifts From Above 