Life is a leaf of paper white
Whereon each one of us may write
His word or two, and then comes night.

Greatly begin! though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime--
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

James Russell Lowell.

 

Until forever...

I Love you, I adore you

Life without you would be gray... unlivable

Don't you ever go away, forever won't you stay

And when the appointed time comes

 the time when leaf subsides to leaf

we will discard this mortal shell hand in hand amidst of our loves

to be received by our King

 you and I forever, I promise

 until eternity...

Written by Kenneth L Johnson

Lord of the years that are left to me...

When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ

And He shows me His plan for me,

The Plan of my life as it might have been

Had He had His way, and I see



How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there,

And I would not yield my will

Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,

Grief, though He loves me still?



He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,

Stripped of all but His grace,

While memory runs like a hunted thing

Down the paths I cannot retrace.



Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break

With the tears that I cannot shed;

I shall cover my face with my empty hands,

I shall bow my uncrowned head...



Lord of the years that are left to me,

I give them to Thy hand;

Take me and break me, mould me to

The pattern Thou hast planned!



~Martha Snell Nicholson



My baby, she wrote me a letter ♥



You...

Written by Angela L. Johnson




Others May... You cannot

  

My thanks to Pastor Harold Warner III who shared this in a "men's discipleship" sermon...

OTHERS MAY... YOU CANNOT

If God has called you to be really like Jesus He will draw you into a life

of crucifixion and humility, and put upon you such demands of obedience,

that you will not be able to follow other people, or measure yourself by

other Christians, and in many ways He will seem to let other people do

things which He will not let you do.

Other Christians and ministers who seem very religious and useful, may

push themselves, pull wires, and work schemes to carry out their plans,

but you cannot do it, and if you attempt it, you will meet with such

failure and rebuke from the Lord as to make you sorely penitent.

Others may boast of themselves, of their work, of their successes, of

their writings, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such

thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification

that will make you despise yourself and all your good works.

Others may be allowed to succeed in making money, or may have a legacy

left to them, but it is likely God will keep you poor, because He wants

you to have something far better than gold, namely

a helpless dependence upon Him,

that He may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by

day out of an unseen treasury.

The Lord may let others be honored and put forward, and keep you hidden

in obscurity, because He wants to produce some choice fragrant fruit for

His coming glory, which can only be produced in the shade. He may let

others be great, but keep you small. He may let others do a work for Him

and get the credit for it, but He will make you work and toil on without

knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work still more

precious He may let others get credit for the work which you have done,

and thus make your reward ten times greater whe Jesus returns.

The Holy Spirit will put a strict watch over you, with a jealous love, and

will rebuke you for little words and feelings or for wasting your time,

which other Christians never feel distressed over. So make up your mind

that God is an Infinitely Sovereign Being, and has a right to do as He

pleases with His own. He may not explain to you a thousand things which

puzzle your reason in His dealings with you, but if you absolutely sell

yourself to be His love slave, He will wrap you up in Jealous Love, and

bestow  upon you many blessings which come only to those who are in the

inner circle.

Settle it forever, then that you are to deal directly with the Holy

Spirit, and that He is to have the privilege of tying your tongue, or

chaining your hand, or closing your eyes, in ways that He does not seem

to use with others. Now, when you are so possessed with the living God

that you are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this

peculiar, personal, private, jealous guardianship and managment

of the Holy Spirit over your life, then you will have found the vestibule of Heaven.

Others may... You cannot.

  

~G. D. Watson (1845-1924).~

A New Day

It's the dawn of a new day at camp

And in the dim light of the morning

I can hear the coyotes howl

And I can hear the birds sing

I can hear the hoot of the owl

And the silent breeze go by

Creating a delightful chorus of drifting music

That enlivens me inside

I see the golden rim of the sun

Slowly, slowly rising

And I greatly wish for it to show

So that it may shine its radiance upon

This earth once again

I feel the rush of the wind
As this beautiful nature enchants me
And I listen...
I listen to the wilderness sounds
Then suddenly silence settles in

Behold, the great ball of fire

Appears from beyond the mountains
And Earth's magnificent beauty is finally revealed

Then giving me the strength

To begin a new day

At last, I am off on my auburn horse

I am free once again

To ride over endless desert

Back to my home again

Written By Anessa Cherisse Johnson 10/31/2010

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

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?

 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder this much I'll say is true

 for I saw the beauty of a thousand sunsets the day that I met you

and the things I see today so clear embodied in yours so fine

a lover, a friend, mother and wife a woman from God, divine...

so tell me, as you look upon this mirror I have made craftily

take a look, a long gaze into those lovely eyes pray tell...

do you see what I see?

Written by Kenneth L Johnson

I Love You...

I Love You...

You infuse me with strength, encourage me to try again

You empower me to fly by believing in me and why

you love me is a mystery

Something I'll never know, the reflection I see in your eyes

Seems to glow with a hue of gold.

For all that you are to others and all you are to me

My bride, my joy, my lover... my everything

For all the love and compassion I see in you and for all the things you do

I say these three words to my God given treasure...

I... Love... You

Written by Kenneth L Johnson