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The Dark Meets The Light

The Dark Meets The Light

I was wondering about a lot of things.

Life is more complicated than it seems.

I started checking out secret societies

It started giving me ” I” disease.

I checked out mystics and the dark arts.

It all made my head ache & my eyes smart.

I checked out new age and all it’s wonders.

Comparative religions and .other blunders.

There was UFO’s and parallel universes.

Time travel and magical verses.

I’m going mad. The dark is closing in.

Is there anyone who can help me from this sin?

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing, stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets to learn and not enough time.

I studied more but, I learned less.

So many things were only a guess.

Wise men will tell you look over there.

When you do it leads to nowhere.

Drugs messed it up worse than they say.

I tried herbs and the natural way.

The answers were elusive. It didn’t come.

I searched and searched till I felt rum dumb.

I tried crystals, message, oils, and yoga.

None of it worked, I should have asked Yoda.

Some said Indian medicine men was the way.

They wouldn’t give me the time of day.

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing , stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets and not enough time.

I tried to meditate. To free my mind.

I practiced out of body travel to save time.

I chased rumors of aliens here on earth.

I found none but, gave all I was worth.

Hypnosis had nothing to offer.

It was no better than the books author.

Fortune tellers and tarot didn’t work.

Even LSD just left me to hurt.

Then, late at night, as I prayed for an answer.

A small quiet voice said “I am the answer.”

“I have been here all the time.”

“Don’t you know you have always been mine?”

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Watchman, What Of The Night??

Watchman, What Of The Night??

Watchman, what of the night??

Are we headed for a dreadful plight?

Things are not well, we are aware.

There are rumors in the air.

We have banned God from schools .

Are people no longer allowed to choose?

The government limiting our constitutional rights.

Enough of this and people will fight.

Are we sliding into socialism with communism not far behind?

Such thoughts or talk is enough to blow your mind.

Is the government telling women to get abortions?

Fighting such thinking can cost a fortune.

Can we own guns? A constitutional right.

Or, will they be banned so we can’t fight?

Murder is wrong. Self defense is a not.

Better to shoot back before you get shot.

Freedom of speech is a precious thing.

Forced silence can make you scream.

Freedom of religion is most precious of all.

If that is banned this country will fall.

Watchman, what of the night??

Is the final days finally in sight?

Things look bad on every front.

It’s enough to put one in a funk.

But, as we see prophecy unfold.

We know it’s true what we were told.

Surrender to God with all your heart.

He promises you will never be apart.

He will carry you through the time of trouble.

As safe as if you were in a bubble.

Your food and water will be sure.

It can be done, if your heart is pure.

It won’t be easy but, faith will prevail.

Weather in caves or even in jail.

God will seal you with a seal in your mind.

You would die before sinning at this time.

You will end up going with Him.

To heaven and beyond, safe from sin.

What better reward can there be?

Than to be with God for eternity!!———–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Is There No Time?

Is There No Time?

There is time to do what you really want.

There is time to play, time for love,

Time on the computer if you want.

Time to bird watch. See the dove!

Always time for whatever comes up

If not, time can be made as needed.

It’s almost like we are in a rut.

So busy you missed Him as He pleaded.

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and I, always, find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems, I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

There is time to work and pay the bills.

Time to pray only to ask for help.

Drive like crazy no matter who it kills.

Got to get there before I melt.

Pray again for cool air, if it’s His will.

Things are always done in a rush.

Run like mad to get it all done.

Yet, there’s always time enough.

It all fits in at the end of the run.

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and, always, I find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems, I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

Time marches on and you grow older.

You wonder where all the time has gone.

You think of it all and you grow colder.

Was there something forgotten with the dawn?

Something is missing in your busy life.

You try to think just what it is.

Then, as you gaze at your lovely wife.

It’s God!! I forgot to make me His.————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Long Road Home

Long Road Home

He was from a small town in Northern California.

She always said that’s where she was born, yeah.

She was really from the flat lands of Kansas.

They met in a little café in Lands End.

She was just getting a bite while passing through.

He was taking a short break from his traveling too.

They started talking and hit it off well.

He was looking for sources of stories to tell.

He was a writer of songs and fiction.

She played guitar and sang with perfect diction.

He showed her some songs he’d written.

She loved the lyrics and was truly smitten.

He didn’t write music so he only had the words.

She said she felt the music & could add it to his words.

The words came alive with the music she was singing.

They became a team with the songs they were bringing.

Later, after, RV rally’s, coffee houses, and Mall openings,

they hit it big when a music star asked them to open things.

They went on the tour and opened the show each night.

The audience loved them, cheering till they were out of sight.

Soon after they had a record contract.

She looked at him and said “ This is where it’s at.”

From north to south, east to west. Overseas and down under.

They traveled all around showing their thunder.

Record sales climbed as they became known.

Before long they were up for a Grammy as shown.

They didn’t win but, they came close.

They sang on the show. It was the most.

They kept playing with a great big grin.

And the money just kept on pouring in.

Then one day, they got the word.

It was the worst news they had ever heard.

Her mother was dying. They went to her side.

Mom said “You remember the day your daddy died?”

“Remember the promise you made at his side?”

“Yes”, she said, as she hung her head.

“Make the same promise to me before I’m dead.”

She knelt and promised to give her heart to God.

He was shocked and thought it a little odd.

When they left she explained to him.

Her parents were Christian and sin was sin.

They wouldn’t force her but, had her promise

as their last request. They were so honest.

They felt it was the only way to save their daughter.

Since leaving home she had partaken of much muddy water.

“I’m not against going to church” he said.

“Oh, would you?” she cried. “I want to go with you.” She said.

“Not for just when someone is dead or for wedding vows.”

“I have felt the urge for awhile but, to ask, I didn’t know how”

They studied the Bible and prayed For God to show

the right church where they could grow.

They were led to a church in Northern California.

They were on fire, let me warn ya.

They became filled with the Holy Spirit.

Their music changed your heart to hear it.

Their music now became their ministry.

They were quite popular as you can see.

They won many soles for the Lord.

People heard Jesus in every cord.

They said The Lord was leading all the time.

We didn’t know He said “You are mine.”

Happier, they could not be.

They wish the same for you and me.———-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Peace In A Fantasy World

Peace In A Fantasy World

The seven ethereal forms billowed into the room .

Like acrid smoke driven on the breath of doom.

Carried on by a cold bitter breeze.

Like an otherworldly collection of eddies

of air carrying random spectral shapes.

They moved aimlessly, yet each had their place.

They wandered in a loose clutch that reached

among the still, stand mounted bears and beasts.

They rose up on pedestals holding books of prophecy.

Also, evenly displayed cases of oddities.

Their glass reflecting fire from the hearth

at the side of the room giving birth

to swirling colors in their glow.

All the pillars sat neatly I n a row.

Each ethereal form settled on a prophetic book.

Then dissolved into it while I looked.

What ancient hell controls this cursed place?

I wondered as sweat ran down my face.

Living in this tower of seven hells

was a creature Satan knows well.

It is said he wrote the prophecy’s.

In a language buried for eternity.

He is alive, yet among the undead.

His blood does not flow, it is often said.

I must retrieve the 7 books of prophecy.

Return them to hell for eternity.

The time draws near when they will become fact.

The only way to stop the prophecies is to act.

I have the power from the white throne.

I hope it will protect me since I am alone.

I know not what the ethereal beings mean?

Some type of protection by the unseen?

I mumble a silent prayer. Touch my heart.

I am ready, as I was from the start.

I know not to touch the books in any way.

I elevate them with power as I pray.

Then the bears and other beasts begin to stir.

They come to life at the summons I lure.

I send the books flying out of the room.

The bears and beasts attack with a roar of doom.

I vanish right from their mists .

Then reappear outside the room of myths.

My robes are swirling around my legs.

I float the books into their kegs.

I move the kegs onto the cart.

Soon the tower and I am far apart.

I made my way back to the white throne.

To the one who sits there all alone.

He says I have done well

as he sends the books straight back to hell.

The ethereal shapes float back toward the tower.

They have been stripped of all their power.

The whole kingdom sings praises.

They bow in worship as the white throne raises.

“Peace will reign forever” He says, in a joyful mood.

As he sits high above the multitude.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

The Promise Is True

The Promise Is True

There is trouble in the news.

There is trouble when you booze.

There is trouble on the home front.

There is trouble from the bone hunt.

Trouble finding a job.

Trouble keeping a job.

Trouble with people’s health.

Trouble below the belt.

Trouble is nothing new.

Trouble has been here for more than a few.

People are sick with the flu.

People don’t know what to do.

Where’s our next meal coming from.

Watch out for the person with the gun.

On and on the suffering goes.

Hurts from your head down to your toes.

So many problems. Will there ever be an end?

How much further can I bend?

There is only one ray of hope.

Trust in Him through all the smoke.

Through the suffering and the pain,

there is so much you will gain.

In the end you will raise above.

Flying high like a turtle dove.

God wants His people to have the best.

His promises say you are above the rest.

As a son or daughter of His Holy family.

He promises you all that can be.

Just be faithful and be true.

He will do the rest for you———————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Different Point Of View

Different Point Of View

So you ask, why people want to harm me?

Why do they want to form an army?

They want to kill all of us Americans.

It really doesn’t seem fair of them.

They say an American belittled Mohammed.

They want to cut off his coward head.

They want their American enemy’s to pay.

They are right and we have nothing to say.

Their religious beliefs run deep.

They say they are not a bunch of sheep.

Some say end it now and nuke them to hell.

Others say the Christian way is to wish them well.

We are stuck in the middle with nowhere to turn.

Makes you feel nothing more than a worm.

But, listen. The Bible says this will happen.

Does this mean we have to take such crap then?

No, we let our God handle it.

We follow the leading of the Holy Spirit.

They may say or do as they want.

They will not decrease our faith with taunts.

In the end TRUTH will raise above.

Victorious, due to the shedding His blood.

Keep the faith I say to you.

Just let them act the fool.

Our God is bigger. Our God is stronger.

In the end we will fear no longer.

Eternal life will be ours to share

with other Christian believers everywhere.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Molester’s Dilemma

A Molester’s Dilemma

Hey little girl in the high school sweater.

Don’t mess with her cause you know better.

You should not be near a school

I hope you registered . Don’t be a fool

Someone bothered that girl last night.

You better just stay out of sight.

I hear tell they’re looking for you.

Tell me now, what you’re going to do.

What do you mean, it wasn’t you?

You know they saw you by the school.

Don’t tell me you’ve changed your ways.

You’ll be that way till the end of days.

If you messed around you will get caught.

You can’t run from the onslot.

In the end you’ll pay the price.

The girl will too and that ain’t nice.

You should have kept it in your pants.

You never should have taken the chance.

They will lock you away for a long time.

Till you’re too old to do the crime.

Even though you are a sinner

You still can become a winner.

Neal down and repent of it all.

Become like Adam before the fall.

You’ll still have to do the time.

But, you’ll be forgiven for the crime.

That still does not make it right.

But, in Jesus eyes you’ll be alright.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

All In A Day

All In A Day

As I lie awake in bed,

It’s late at night; the world is dead.

The lights are out. There’s dark all round.

My sweet wife’s near me sleeping sound.

As I toss and turn within this bed,

These thoughts are running through my head.

My thoughts return to yesterday,

Of things I did and didn’t say.

Of things tomorrow we need to do.

Like gardening and housework too.

Then my mind thinks of the past.

Of happy times that made me laugh.

My thoughts return to childhood days.

Of mom and dad —and games we played.

Like riding bikes, hide and seek,

And going swimming in the creek.

There was childhood mischief now and then.

With my dog and I and several friends.

Yes, I think of those times again.

Those were happy times back then.

My friends and I had plans and schemes

And all the usual childhood dreams.

But, as my thoughts return to now,

I find my life has changed somehow.

I remember not so long ago.

The daily routine of life was dull.

Just work, sleep, and pay the bills.

Not much in the way of thrills.

I found myself thinking now and then:

I wish I were a kid again.

But, now I find my life has changed.

No more dullness now remains!

What happened was we asked to be saved.

By that I mean we knelt and prayed.

We asked the Lord to forgive our sins.

We opened up our hearts to him.

We were baptized and joined the church.

Now we both put Jesus first.

Our daily routine has not changed much.

Most of the changes went on in us.

We still work, sleep, and pay the bills.

But, now our lives are full of thrills!

Were teaching others to give them light,

And we say a prayer to God each night.

We ask for help to be more like Him.

We ask forgiveness for any sins.

I give thanks for I am happy within.

I no longer wish to be a kid again.

Now I can have those plans and schemes.

And all those other childhood dreams.

For my fondest wishes may now come true.

When Jesus comes for me and you.———–R. W. Johnson—-(1995)

The Path To Respect

The Path To Respect

I rolled into town late at night

after hitching a ride with a trucker.

I said thanks as he pulled out of site.

The diner was open. I’m in luck here.

I stuck my pack under the table.

I ordered coffee, strong, & a steak.

The waitress turned the TV on to cable.

She said I need it on to stay awake.

Not much business that I can see.

She said it’s slow this late at night.

I got up and went to pee.

I returned and tried my first bite.

How is the steak she asked so sweet.

Just like my mother used to make.

She laughed & slid into the seat.

What brings you here this late?

I hitched a ride with an 18 wheeler.

Back to my old stomping ground.

Are saying you’re from here in Cleaver?

It’s long ago since I was around.

Split in my teens in the dead of night.

Back then the world owed me a living.

I headed for those big city lights.

I starved. The world is unforgiving.

I finally landed a job as a busboy.

Minimum wage and a share of tips.

In time I moved up to waiter/busboy.

Then, my break came. I was up for it.

The fry cook died. I took his job.

More pay and better hours.

A place to live. That felt odd.

I had access to regular showers.

After a couple years, I moved on.

Picked up odd jobs here and there.

A few months & I would be gone.

I never stayed long anywhere.

I had my share of small town glories

Life was just a crazy carousel.

Sometimes I suffered more fleas

than I would really care to tell.

Lately, I been feeling sorry for myself.

I needed something to turn my life around.

Then, one day, It came to me and I felt

I had to come back to this town.

Back to where the whole thing started.

I needed a second start to do it right.

I have felt this is where my heart is.

To do it right, I’ll have to fight.

Fight for a respectable name in this town.

Fight to be a man people will respect.

I don’t want you to think I’m a clown.

But, I have a plan that I don’t regret.

What kind of a plan do you have in mind?

I met a rich friend in my travels.

I saved his life but, that’s another time.

He had plans he started to unravel.

He wanted vineyards and a winery.

There is big money to be had in that.

But, he needed land, you see.

I inherited 100 acres. Right here, in fact.

He said this was ideal to grow grapes.

He would put up the money to plant.

I would share 50-50. Nothing to waste.

I owned the land on which he’d plant.

The waitress said sounds super to me.

I own this diner & business has been slow.

I could use the extra business you see.

There’s a motel 2 blocks down for you to go.

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10 years later the wine business was booming.

They had acquired more land & planted.

Tourists came to buy & taste the wine for consuming.

I married the waitress he said, quite candid.

He was elected mayor in the local election.

He had respect & the family he wanted

But, the greatest thing he confessed in.

He had found God & the peace he wanted.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—- (2012)