Fly away...

Lonely morning, you know she's doing alright

about as good as a girl can be when she's been crying all night

The pain it surrounds her, awakened by a silent scream

when her baby was sucked away, into the killing machine

A single man, he's only got one beloved son

the boy is in the big cold gears as the man sees the train come

The bridge it's got to come down but to do that the boy will die

He's crushed... and a father in tears as the train goes safely by

Don't it make you want to cry?

Don't it make you want to fly away?

Don't it make you want to cry and fly away?

Tragedies in life leave you broken and confused

don't know which way to turn

Let me tell you of the One who loves you

A man was chosen and beaten black and blue

He died on the cross and shed His blood so He could bring hope to you

Will you receive Him and give Him your life today?

He'll forgive you and He'll make you whole and wash your sins away.

It'll make you want to cry.

It'll make you want to fly away, God's love

It'll make you want to cry, fly away and be free...

Written by Kenneth L Johnson

@ the door...

Lost in a sea of degredation, guilt it weighs you down

Don't know which way to turn, despair?... despair my friend.

And you wonder how did it end up this way, dreams and hopes are dashed

like the water that crashes the shore, life slips away

as the sand through your hand, as the raging seas

you weep and you rend, "when will the madness end!!! When will the madness end?!?"

But He stands at the door of your heart, end the pain, end the rain and let Jesus in

Sweet redemption, Amazing grace... how sweet the sound.

Written by Kenneth L Johnson

Forgotten for the moment, remembered forever...

                     

Life gets busy and we forget for the moment good friends and family.  When their lives end we remember again only to forget eventually but just for a  moment... don't you, forget about me.

Who's to blame? Individuals and individual choices or collective situations and a collection of voices. They all coalesce into a crescendo of distraction like an auctioneer vying for attention.

Forgotten forever after you've been remembered for the moment, the pyramid of life has room only but for those we have chosen. At the top you see for it gets narrower as you ascend, as does life when getting nearer to the end. There's room but for a few, it does not broaden as romantics would say that we get more and more close friends at the end of the day.

So why despair? Why fret over what surely will be as the ebb of the tide and the flow of the sea? Why concern yourself with meaningless things, when what really matters is that HE will remember...

Written by Kenneth L Johnson


 "And He said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when you comest into thy Kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, verily I say unto thee, Today thou shalt be with me in paradise."  Luke 23:42-43