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The Meaning Of Christmas

The Meaning Of Christmas.

It’s that time of year again.

A time when we think of all our friends.

Some we haven’t seen in years.

Our only contact is a card bringing Christmas cheer.

Relatives and other close friends receive

a present from the heart, we believe.

Yes, the lights are pretty, the tree smells nice.

The Santa’s and reindeer & streamers of ice.

All the other commercial treats

leaves little to remember why we feast.

It’s not really Jesus birthday; thats in the fall.

But, that is why Christmas exists at all.

The Son of God came to earth as a baby.

To grow up & save all men and ladies.

By giving His life for the wages of sin.

Though He himself knew no sin.

So when you read that Christmas card

or open that Christmas present, pard,

remember to give thanks to the one who gave all.

that you could be saved from sin and the fall.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

More Than A Friend

More Than A Friend

Hello girl.

I see your back in town again.

When you left

you only called me a good friend.

Tell me girl.

Your several ages older now.

Have you learned,

maybe it was more somehow.

I’ve heard tell

you’ve had several boyfriends since.

Could be now

you understand just what I meant.

When I said

It will all come back to you.

Then you’ll think

maybe I have not been the fool.

We had something that would never end.

A relationship upon which you could depend.

I was there helping your heart to mend.

There for the hard times again and again.

If you only knew, I was so much more than a friend.

Tell me girl

you’ve been burned, or so I have heard.

It hurts girl.

For that I have no helping word.

Could it be

you came home so you could lean on me?

I heard girl

you’ve gone through hell , despite your charms.

Did you miss

the comfort you felt snuggled in my arms?

Can you see

that maybe it was meant to be.

You ran away

when what you wanted was here to stay.

Your faithful friend,

and so much more along the way.

We had something that would never end.

A relationship upon which you could depend.

I was there to help your heart to mend.

There for the hard times again and again.

If you only knew, I was so much more than a friend.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2011)

She Is Gone

She is gone!!

Time passes slowly in my meaningless, empty world.

I succumb to the exhausting fog of depression.

The walls close in on me as I lay curled

into a fetal position. Looking dead with my pale complexion.

She is gone!!

I am unable to move. I cannot face the light of day.

I can neither eat nor sleep. My body plagued with rigor.

They have found me . I wish they would leave me alone I pray.

My physical body has shriveled. it has lost its vim & vigor.

She is gone!!

My mind is as dark as the soul of Satan.

No light shines in. I am closed as tight as a clam.

They try to awaken me with the smell of bacon.

But, I don’t respond to the smell of eggs nor ham.

She is gone!!

Soon, I imagine, I will be following her.

I have no desire to remain on this cruel earth.

Then, somehow , a new thought occurs.

Exactly where did she go? What is it worth?

She is gone!!

Maybe she went in the wrong direction?

it suddenly didn’t seem worth dying to find out.

Will she be in the resurrection?

I need to find out what it’s all about.

She is gone!!

But, I am not leaving here yet.

The Lord has work for me.

I pray I will see her. I have my mind set.

Until then, the Lord is all I see.

She is gone!!

Others ask how I can cope with it so well?

I say “she stepped into tomorrow & awaits there.

I leave it all in the Lord’s hands to tell.

In the meantime, I walk with my cross to bear.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Searching For You

Searching For You

I’ve gone to war.

I’ve slept with whores.

I’ve traveled around.

I’ve been up & I’ve been down.

But, the best I ever feel

Is when I’m sitting behind the wheel.

Heading home to be with you.

You’re on my mind day and night.

I hate it when you’re out of sight.

I like the fact when you’re around.

You don’t mention my leaving town.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of settling down.

That thought is easy when you’re around.

You’ve turned my world upside down

I’ve never felt this way before.

Usually, it’s just a quick score.

Then, on my way looking for more.

Now, I linger at your door.

Wishing I could linger more.

Something has a hold on my heart.

This feeling is ripping me apart

I could settle down & change my ways.

No roaming around looking for lays.

Reject this life that moves me on.

The wandering urge would be gone.

To take it’s place there would be you.

I can’t think of what else I can do.

So, I am heading home to you.

Home to a life I can only dream of.

Where I will shower you with love.

I will raise you upon a pedestal high.

Treat you like an angel from the sky.

You are the apple of my eye.

You’re the one I’ve been searching for.

The search is over,—- forevermore.——-R. W. Johnson——-(2011)

Early In The Morning

Early In The Morning

It’s my favorite time of the day.

Sitting at the breakfast nook table.

Watching the birds outside play.

It’s so misty I can barely see the maple.

As a light rain falls, the birds are chirping away.

The dog is looking out the window.

He is watching for a cat gone astray.

He barks, though they be quick and nimble.

On my second cup of coffee & toast.

A little butter and jam makes it extra good.

I eat little for breakfast. Different than most.

I suppose I could eat more, like I should.

The newspaper opened to the word jumble.

I try to figure out the jumbled word.

I really feel warm and humble.

I have spent my time already with His word.

It is a time to give thanks .for all the blessings.

Time to take a look within.

It is not a time to be guessing.

Lord please guide my footsteps today from all sin.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Creatures Of The Night

Creatures Of The Night

I’m often on the run and scared.

I wouldn’t stay even if I dared.

Too much killing on the news.

Too much violence caused by booze.

Everywhere I look there is sin.

What chance have I to ever win.

I am a creature of the night.

I’ve lost the will to stay and fight.

I sneak along from door to door.

I do not want to make a score.

Is there no hope for one like me?

There is no end that I can see.

Then, suddenly, I see the light.

It doesn’t give me such a fright.

I know I’ll never have to fight.

I hang on with all my might.

The light is God from up above.

Sending down His precious love.

I can walk upright and never fear.

Just as long as I keep Him near.

I hold Him tightly in my heart.

I know we’ll never be apart.

No longer a creature of the night.

I now walk proudly and upright.

I know I am not of this world.

I let my fingers now uncurl.

I am just a stranger passing through.

Once I was feeling just like you.

You can join me in my quest.

You’ll learn we are the very best.

We are of the family of God,

that speaks softly & carries a rod.

He will be with us wherever we go.

Others will join us because they know.

We are travelers who are going home.

To a heavenly place we call our own.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

What The Future Holds?

What The Future Holds?

Will it be the same when we are old?

Will we still want each other to hold?

Will your touch still give me a tingle?

Or, will we wish that we were single?

Will I still do all to keep you happy?

Will you respond with something sappy?

Will we both still love ‘sweet nothings.’?

Or, will we be fighting and cussing?

Will I take you to your favorite spots?

Will you say, for me, you have the ‘hots’?

Will I still turn you on at night in bed?

Or, will you be sorry we ever wed?

Will you still meet me at the door?

Will you talk of your day & more?

Will we share the same interests?

Or, will we wish for another entrance?

Will we always put each other first?

Will we think our life is a curse?

Will you still love me when I’m 64?

Or, will you throw me out the door?

The answers to these I do not know.

I just know it is worth a go.

The answers may be yes or may be no.

As for me , I’d rather not know.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

The Future Is Murder

Sometimes I wish for absolute control

over every living soul.

All of heaven cries stop the sin.

It’s time to bring it to an end.

Time to say it’s not going any further.

Yet wishing is the wrong approach.

Only one way is beyond reproach.

Prayer is needed now more than ever.

Satan is so very clever.

He’ll do all he can to get away with murder.

Many are already trembling in fear.

They know the end is getting near.

The spinning world has lost control.

It has overcome the order of the soul.

I have seen the future.—- It is murder.

There is famine, plagues & earthquakes .

Wars & rumors of wars for heaven’s sake!

Terror from roaming wicked hoards.

Crazies that belong on psycho wards.

A time of trouble like there never was.

Everything that can be shaken will be.

Fire & brimstone in the sky for all to see.

There will be fires burning along the road.

Killers with their brains itching like a toad.

The white man dancing is the fuzz.

He is dancing while hanging from a pole.

His family is running to and fro.

Seems the instigators should be dancing.

Why not Charlie Manson??

There isn’t anything left to measure anymore.

Rape , killings, & anarchy are at every turn.

The sinful people just never learn.

The government tries to gain control.

They blame God’s people for loss of their soul.

God’s people are sealed in God to their very core.

There would be no one left alive to tell the story

If Jesus didn’t come in all His glory.

With millions and millions of angels .

The host of heaven, all shining, with their halo’s.

Gods brightness will kill off all the wicked hoard.

So I say repent, repent, repent!!

Don’t sit and wonder what I meant.

The time draws near for the trouble to start.

Repent while you can & get a new heart.

That way you will have a ticket to get on board.

——————————————– R. W. Johnson—– (3013)

Bloodline

Her back was up against a wall.

But, she stood proud and tall.

It was always on her mind.

That it was in her bloodline.

She grew up in poverty & tough.

She didn’t take anyone’s guff.

She did whatever came to mind.

Till she heard about the bloodline.

Hers went back many years.

Further back than her peers.

She came from a line of royalty.

A warrior line of royalty.

She knew she should be a queen.

She stood proud in everything.

One day her star would shine.

It was in her bloodline.

Then one day she met a guy.

He had that spark in his eye.

His eye was only for her.

She was the one, he was sure.

He treated her like a queen.

His actions was just her thing.

She thought that he was fine.

Then she thought of the bloodline.

She was unsure what to do.

Until he said “I love you”.

He said he came from a long line.

He said it was his bloodline.

She told him of her bloodline.

Everything was going fine.

Before long, they came to find.

They would continue their bloodline.———–R.W. Johnson—(2011)

He Hasn’t A Clue

He Hasn’t A Clue

Tell it to me straight.

No fooling around.

Was the reason you were late,

because you were still in town?

What exactly were you doing?

I hope you weren’t fooling around.

I have a lot of feelings accruing.

It doesn’t help when you can’t be found.

Of course I trust you.

Doesn’t it sound like it?

Yet, I’m not going to be a fool.

So, I hope you intend to right it.

Why are you getting steamed?

I am the one with the hurt feelings.

You say I ought to be reamed.

Such talk sends me reeling.

What kind of a relationship is this?

You mess up and I get the blame?

Knock it off, as he shook his fist.

Such talk is driving me insane.

I can’t see the forest for the trees?

What the hell are you talking about?

You’re about as dependable as a breeze.

You’re the one making me shout.

No, I don’t need Psych help.

You need more help than I do.

You used to make my heart melt.

Now, you take some getting used to.

Jealous?—- No way is that true.

I am not suspicious of all you do.

You can do whatever you want to.

You know it is totally up to you.

Fine, leave. See if I care.

Just like you to walk out rather than listen.

Why are you ripping out your hair?

You know I’m the only one worth kissing.

Lets kiss & make up. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Things will be better then.

Sleep on it and there will be no sorrow.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand women.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—(2014)