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Vengeance Is Mine

Vengeance Is Mine

The day it happened I was young.

Not yet old enough to use a gun.

They came riding onto our ranch.

We weren’t ready. We had no chance.

Mama told me “Hide in the woodbox.”

I jumped in quick as a scared fox.

Mama barely closed the lid

before they saw where I was hid.

They drew guns & demanded money.

Papa said we had no money.

They looked over and shot him dead.

The bullet hit him in the head.

I peeked out from within the box.

The man was tall with golden locks.

He had a scar running down his face.

He threw my mama around the place.

He said “The money or your dead too.”

Mama said “I have no money for you.”

The man shot her in the face.

Then he & his men wrecked the place.

They found liquor and started to drink.

One took a leak right in the sink.

They laughed and cursed and finally left.

Took all they wanted in the theft.

I came out of my hiding place.

I cried when I saw my mama’s face.

I vowed vengeance, then I cried.

“Each one of them will have to die.”

I started practicing day and night.

Shooting a gun till I got it right.

I had sold the ranch to get the cash.

Bought ammo & trained till I got fast.

I fired standing up and sitting down.

I fired running and from the ground.

I fired riding and over a wall.

I practiced till no one could beat my draw.

I practiced for many years.

Day and night between my tears.

So fast people could hardly see my draw.

I hit any target, no matter how small.

Finally the day came about

When I heard the killers were about.

After a month I picked up their trail.

“It won’t be long” I began to wail.

They were in a deserted rundown church.

Their horses were tied to an old birch.

After releasing their horses I snuck closer.

I checked that my gun was loose in the holster.

They were playing cards on the podium

at a table where the Bible should have been.

They were drinking, cussing, & carrying on.

Behavior of which they seemed real fond.

I crawled up between the pews.

Soon to give them deadly news.

I drew my gun.— Was this a sin?

Then I heard my mama’s voice again.

‘Treat others as you’d want them to treat you.’

‘It is wrong to kill though they be a fool.’

Suddenly, as the tears came down,

I tossed my gun up front on the ground.

The bandits jumped up and drew their guns.

They saw me and knew I was the one.

The one who had followed them for weeks.

They would finish me for keeps.

As they started to blow me away,

the ceiling fell in crushing their play.

I stood up and thanked the Lord above.

I asked for forgiveness & was given love.

Today he is the pastor of that very church.

It was rebuilt by townsfolk who knew his worth.

He is popular with his sermons.

Especially when he tells what turned him.

His mama’s voice, (or was it God’s voice.)

That made him make a different choice.

Made him what he is today.

God’s servant in every way———————R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

I Became An Angel

I became An Angel

I was driving home late at night.

It was dark. The road was wet & slick.

At an intersection, bright lights to my right.

Coming fast. They hit me like a brick.

The next thing I remember clearly.

I am in heaven and God is nearby.

There is also several angels near me.

God is saying. Now he can really fly.

I said “ what is happening to me?”

God said “You have become an angel.”

“I have a special job for you, you see.”

“You will become a guardian angel “

“You will guard your girlfriend”

“I have another job for her angel.”

I said “How could I guard my girlfriend?”

“You love her” God said. “That’s my angle.”

“Since you love her you will protect her”

“Do not fear for God is always near.”

“All knowledge needed, I will confer

to you . There is no need to fear.”

At lightning speed I flew to you.

You could not see me by your side.

You were mourning. Your love was true.

It was so sad I almost cried.

As time passed, you became different.

You started using drugs & drinking.

Friends noticed the difference.

What was it you were thinking.?

Then, you said you missed me so.

It hurt you to your very core.

You just couldn’t let me go.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Later, I stopped an O.D. attempt.

I had a friend come over in time.

You tried not to show contempt.

He said he knew that you were mine.

But, He didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

So he came over just to check on you.

You were so ashamed. He helped

you to start feeling more like you.

He doesn’t know why he came .

He just had an urgency to come.

You told him not to feel blame.

“My guardian angel was the one.”

“It had to be him that brought you here.”

“Just in time to save my life.”

All he could say was he felt someone near.

He is glad to see you were alright.

After that, he would drop in often.

A friendship grew to become love.

Later, he said he was moving to Boston.

Would you come to & be his love?

He asked you to marry him & you said yes.

You started making plans.

I said “Well, this is some mess.”

But, I went along. I was an angel, not a man.

Then, all of a sudden, I awoke.

I was in my bed, the sheets a mess.

I got up and grabbed my coat.

I rushed to your house in a minute , or less.

I told you I had had a dream.

I told you all that had happened.

I said it was a sign.—- I mean,

it is not something that will happen.

I meant I wanted to marry you.

I knew for sure you were the one.

I was glad the dream did ensue.

God wants us to have a son.

You agreed to marry me.

To be my bride. No questions why..

You wanted people just to see

It’s really true..God doesn’t lie.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Colors

Colors

What comes to mind when you hear the word colors?

Is it the stars and stripes and all the others?

Is it a bunch of crayons crammed into a box?

Or, maybe, a trumpet blowing at Fort Knox?

Is it the colors seen in every rainbow bright?

Maybe the colors seen in fireworks at night?

How about all the colors seen in nature?

Or, the colors seen in Bay To Breakers?

Maybe it’s the color of your child’s eyes?

Or, a baby’s color when he cries?

The color of animals, humans too?

A sleepy blue ocean just for you?

Ours is a wonderful world of color.

Given to us by God and no other.

If you are blind and cannot see .

The day is coming when you will be

blessed with colors beyond imagination.

If your savior is the Lord of creation.

For us who see all the colors now.

We can sit and wonder how

through love he created this for us?

To show thanks for all we must

worship Him with all our heart & soul.

Let the colors make us whole.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

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)

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)

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)

The Latter Rain

Last name Aladon; first name Freatis.

I am here to talk because they hate us.

All the killing and violence in the streets.

Spreading their evil as far as they can reach.

Our ancestry may be different than theirs.

The color of their skin may not be as fair.

Is that a reason to kill and maim?

The whole idea sounds pretty lame.

It doesn’t make them better than us.

Nothing calms the blood rush lust.

Treat your neighbor as you would one another.

Were all human .Therefore, we are brothers.

The hate and the killing has to stop.

The evil cast off and left to rot.

The Bible points to a better way.

They hate The Word & what it has to say.

A ‘Bible thumper’ is hated most of all.

If they catch one, they have a ball.

But, the power of God can overcome.

Martyrs, or not, God is the one.

A time is coming when The Latter Rain

will fall abundantly and change the game.

God’s workers will go into their den.

Preach the word of God and come out again.

Many will be converted in a day.

Evil will be gone. Love will be here to stay.

It sounds impossible for such a change.

Like healing the sick or curing the lame.

All things are possible with God.

He speaks softly and carries a big rod.

Evil cannot stand in the presence of God.

Gang members will no longer be a mob.

They will cover the slums spreading God’s word.

It will be a message that’s never been heard.

Hardened criminals telling their story.

How they now love God and all his glory.

This day is coming. It won’t be long.

Then we will all sing a new song—————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)