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

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

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