Tag Archives: Hope

If You Decide

I’ve been following for so long, wandering in my wilderness,
Every day I take for granted Your provisions for my stress,
Turning blindly from Your presence, I am buried by my cares,
I’m a dead man with no coffin, facing people’s frightened stares,

I can’t navigate myself, can’t see the signs through all these tears,
Got a better map than most, trying to follow all these years
But some days when I’m travelling, North looks South and East looks down,
I’m supposed to show the way up. No one listens to a clown.

If You decide to lead me, in spite of all the times I stray,
I’ll do my best to do Your will.

There’s no fire in my night sky, but the clouds choke me all day,
And without any real guidance, how can I find my own way?
I’m afraid we’ll all be lost If they’re dumb enough to follow
Sometimes it’s just not enough, me not knowing what I don’t know.

Can You help me see my own way clear if I’m supposed to lead?
This smold’ring wick’s about to go out, this tiny mustard seed,
I’m under grinding heels of self doubt, I just want to be healed,
The scars are permanent, still painful, nevertheless, I’ll yield.

If You decide to use me, in spite of all the times I fail,
I’ll do my best to do Your will.

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Happily Ever After

Why are all the happy endings broken?
Women blame men blaming women,
Is it just possible we’re not “in love;”
Using each other instead of
A true commitment to weather the storms?
Breakup, a relational norm;
Romance, reality, in collision,
Lost, the original vision
“Once upon a time” called “love at first sight.”

“And they lived happily ever after,”
She loved him truly loving her,
Both tried to fulfill their spouses’ wishes,
Trouble came as trouble visits,
Which still happens after the dragon’s slain,
They chose not to ride off in vain,
Into the sunset, but to keep striving,
Which is how it can last, thriving:
Clinging to each other with all their might.

The Waiting

The Waiting, 5/10/15, Michael N. Johns

We’ve all heard of Moses and Israel, crossing the red sea,
We’ve all heard of Daniel, how his friends faced the fiery heat,
We’re in the darkest night, striving to follow, it’s hard to see You.
Waiting and watching, fearing Your timing, Are Your promises true?

Let Your glory cover the heavens!  Let Your praises fill the earth!
Let our pounding hearts be silent before You, held in awe of Your worth!
Though we fear what we see,
Help us wait patiently,
Your promises are true.
Your promises are true.
Help us to trust in You.

We all see the evil in the world just growing: Wars, and no harmony
We all see the storms, earthquakes and wind blowing.  Why do You watch silently?
We’re in the darkest night, our prayers feel hollow, it’s hard to see You.
Waiting and watching, fearing Your timing, Are Your promises true?

Let Your glory cover the heavens!  Let Your praises fill the earth!
Let our pounding hearts be silent before You, held in awe of Your worth!
Though we fear what we see,
Help us wait patiently,
Your promises are true.
Your promises are true.
Help us to trust in You.

We are weak!  Strengthen us!
We’ve fallen! Raise us up!
Come save Your children, O God!

Though we fear what we see,
Help us wait patiently,
Your promises are true.
Your promises are true.
Help us to trust in You.

Please Hear My Confession

Please Hear My Confession, Michael N. Johns, 1/21/2015

Bless me, Heavenly Father, for I have sinned.
I don’t deserve any blessing, but I ask anyway.
It feels like it’s been a lifetime and a day
since my last confession,a prayer on the wind.
At life and love, I’m far from winning.

And since that time, I’ve failed continually,
Any “prayers” mentioned under my breath
Weren’t worth saying or repeating by me,
Or answering by You, at least not with a “yes.”
There is no end to all my sinning.

I’m sure I’ve had perpetually impure thoughts
About everyone, from Abbess to Zookeeper,
Mostly in passing traffic, daydreams, or the halls.
Feeling jealousy, murder, adultery and hate were
Not the end, just the beginning.

There is no love in my words or actions,
Except my narcissism, like it’s own religion.
It’s not my fault I think I’m near perfection
Until You show me Your expectations.
Then I’ve struck out, from first to seventh inning.

I’ve only gone from there to petty seeming things,
Wanting what I want, like a five-year-old,
With a temper running from thoughtless hot, to vengeful cold.
I am truly sorry for these and all my sins.
Without Your mercy, my soul is spinning.

Challenge Accepted

Ten things from the Bible that still apply today

If every word in the Bible applies to us today,
Why are there so many people who don’t believe that way?
They look for loopholes and exceptions and errors in translation
These gnats they strain, passing camels of sin in the nation
We don’t want the Bible to have valid applications
If it does, we have to face the evil in our mirror
We look down our noses at others, but sin is nearer

Despite efforts to void them by lawyers and politicians,
We still can’t avoid God’s definitions of our basic sins,
The Ten Commandments will always be applicable.
Loving God wholeheartedly is either hard, or inescapable,
Because He loved us first, in ways unimaginable.
If we love Him, then we’ll want to avoid all of our sins
And loving as we love ourselves, Just be nice, that’s what it means.

It doesn’t matter much to me, how the universe came to be
But if God didn’t do it, how is it so perfect, just randomly?
And why are we here?  Is there purpose and meaning?
If there’s no right or wrong, why do we have  guilty feelings?
I can’t give what you want, if you want
permission to keep sinning.
If you don’t want to follow Christ, 
don’t take the Bible so personally
Because if you don’t,
it’s not for you, but it is written for me.

The Old Testament was written to Israel’s people, the Jews,
And for those who would be Christ-Followers, we have the New,
The critics say the
Old Testament is irrelevant, their dissension
Is to say the Old documents’ instructions are too outdated to mention
But if it’s in both Old and New Testaments, we might want to pay attention.
As God doesn’t change
His design or His mind about what to do,
And
until you die and go to meet Him, He offers His grace to you.  

True Love’s Unfair (Rondeau Redoblé)

True love’s unfair, although a worthy quest,
Our time is fairer less:  tick-tock!  It’s gone,
We should run long and hope to be so blessed,
Awaking slowly, to enjoy the dawn

Strike one heart, leave others’ doors not knocked on,
The darts of love are haphazard at best
To find someone with whom to share life’s song
True love’s unfair, although a worthy quest.

When love is found, too often it’s a test,
As fickle humans’ eyes, to lust, are drawn,
When found, how swiftly comes eternal rest:
Our time is fairer less- tick-tock!  It’s gone!

The competition’s fierce.  At starting gun, 
As one, we strive to have and hold the best,
But “best” is different for everyone,
We should run long, and hope to be so blessed.

Some say that love’s a game to play, like chess.
If love’s a game, then I would be her pawn.
Let time advance, but slow, ’til I’m possessed,
Awaking slowly, to enjoy the dawn.

If I’m to find love, let me chance upon
A heart that beats warm, under softest breast,
Me: ugly duckling, winning lovely swan,
Passing by any others, who’ve assessed,
True love’s unfair.