Communication

Share

With me

The inner

Secrets

Of your heart

Open

To me

The closed

Doors

Of your mind

Trust

Unto me

The hidden

Treasures

Of your soul

Bless

Me

With the

Gentleness and warmth

Of your touch

Whisper

With tenderness

The subtle thoughts

That tickle

And caress

My ear

Shout 

With boldness

The urgent message

That I

Somehow

Refused to receive

So tell me

The message

And the meaning

And show me

The words

Upon your heart

Written by:

Edward W. Johnson, Jr.

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It's outrageous
It's contagious
Violence is raging
Killing our nation
People are screaming
Leaders are dreaming
Try to make changes
But evil rearranges
Good people are trying
Good people are dying
Bad men take rule
So don't be a fool
Give God respect
And protect yourself
Always do right
Please don't fight
Right will make might
And darkness will turn to light
So just be strong
It won't be too long
The just one will return
For vengeance he does yearn
Then all things will be straight
It will be worth the wait
Learn to endure
Deliverance is sure and secure
Keep hope alive
It's what we need to survive
And don't forget to pray
It doesn't matter what you say
But most of all serve him
Because he's coming back again
And he's going to take his own
When he travels to his home
To live eternally
Free from evil, really free
Free from evil, really free
Free from evil, really free


Written by:
Edward W. Johnson, Jr.

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© 1993


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Comfort

Your love

Provides for me

A shelter

A hiding place

From the ravishes

Of this world

A sanctuary

From the onslaught

Of life’s pain

A quiet place

To repose

To heal

Your love 

Is as a blanket

A covering of warmth

A protection against

The coldness

Cruelness and

Negativity

That is in the world

A layer of softness

That I can cuddle up to

Your love 

Is as

An anchor

A rock

That provides

For me

The stability

And reference

That I need

To give me

Direction

In life

Your love

Is as

A beacon

A guiding light

That leads me

Through the darkness

And dangers

Of the tempestuous

And troubled

Waters of life

Your love 

Is as

A spirit

That melds itself

With mine

And holds me

And lets me know

That everything

Is all right

Written by:

Edward W. Johnson, Jr.

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As If

Want me

As if I were the favorite food you crave to eat

Hold me

As if your blood supply was connected to mine

Need me

As if your existence rested upon me being near

Kiss me

As if your air supply originates it my mouth

Love me

As if today was your last day on Earth, your last chance to be loved

Written by:

Edward W. Johnson, Jr.

© 2013

VICTUALS

Tough meat!  One day while wrestling with my meal, I was interrupted.  I was glad.  It was a rough meal!

The meat was hard to chew and even harder to swallow.  This I knew before-hand, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway.  I needed the nourishment.  The meal consisted of things that were, by sight familiar, but by taste, they were very foreign.  I ate it anyway.  It was filling, it satisfied my hunger.

My meal was interrupted by a preacher.  A preacher who told me words of God’ s wisdom.  A preacher who told me I had a deeper hunger that needed to be fed.  A preacher who showed me a better way of life, and death.  A preacher who offered me a spiritual meal.

My first meal was interrupted and I was glad.  The second meal that was offered me, made me sad.  Sad because it was just like the first.  It was full of things that were familiar to me.  It was full of things that would nourish me and satisfy me.  I tasted it.  It was hard to chew so I did not swallow.  It was a rough meal.  Tough meat!

Written by:

Edward W. Johnson, Jr.

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© 1986