~How Lovely You Are~ I want to sit in Your presence Lay every care at your feet Whisper sweet words of affection Behold Your face tenderly. Oh how lovely You are Oh how lovely You are Oh how lovely You are, I sing Oh how lovely You are Oh how lovely You are Oh how lovely You are, my King
© Kristin Johnson
Who Am I?
Who Am I?
Who am I that the God of the universe
Cares so much for me,
That He created the moon as a light in the dark
And the stars for me to see?
He spread out the skies like a canopy
So I could gaze upon clouds and sun.
He chiseled the mountains
With valleys and hills
Before my life had even begun.
He planted each tree and painted each leaf,
With merely His voice and His words;
He spread out their roots to be stable & strong
And made branches as homes for each bird.
He salted the ocean and sprinkled the sand
So I could dip my feet in the water
And leave footprints on the land.
© Kristin Johnson
Glory
His Golden Glory
Every fractured place, every empty space
You fill with Your golden glory.
Jesus, you always restore, better than before
So I can live a healed and whole story.
I imagine Your liquid golden glory
rewrites my broken story
where all the crooked is made straight and pure;
Making a distant memory out of all
the pain that I endured.
Who is this one now?
I can barely recognize,
the one with fire in her eyes,
blazing with the healing fire of the Lord.
She looks brand new,
washed in the golden glory,
who is this one I see?
She's staring back in the mirror of the Word,
the very Word that set her free.
With holy curiosity, suddenly
I realize it's me.
© Kristin Johnson
Hold on dear one
Hold on dear one
Hold on, dear one
With wonder in your eyes,
Tune your ear to breezy whispers
Lift your head up to the skies.
Let your heart stand and marvel
At the glory in your stare
Allow the One who loves you deeply
Run His hand over your hair.
With a sunshine smile He beckons
To the safe place in His grip
Live your life inside this shelter
And you'll never stumble, nor slip.
© Kristin Johnson
Quiet
When Outside is quiet
Maple Tree
Maple Tree
High in the sky
How do you feel
when your leaves say goodbye?
Those lovely in color
Float far to the ground
And below nature‘s chatter
Barely even make a sound.
The red ones and yellow
and orange ones galore
making piles beneath you
for the squirrels to explore.
When Fall turns to Winter
and cold keeps you bare,
do you wish you had leaves
keeping you company there?
While snow coats your branches
and birds barely sing,
do you long for the warmth
of the middle of Spring?
In the crisp winter’s air
do you shiver and shudder
wishing for the gracefulness
of every leaf’s flutter?
When outside is quiet
and there‘s hardly a noise,
do you miss the climbing hands
of little girls and little boys?
With your branches up toward Heaven
and your roots going deep
keeping you stable and sturdy
for a long winter‘s sleep,
I suddenly realize
as I stare up at you,
that you let go of the old
to make room for the new.
It happens each year,
yet your posture remains:
whether full leaved or bare branched,
you never complain.
In blizzard or deep freeze,
you always prevail,
because you know after winter
Spring comes again without fail.
© Kristin Johnson
Night to Day
The Night Submits To Day
The Night
hard as it may try to hold on,
cannot by any power
keep back the dawning of the Sun.
Even the darkness,
as it stretches wide and far,
cannot by any means,
extinguish the illumination of the stars.
Even in the darkest night,
the moon generously gives us light.
For darkness has no authority
to push the light away;
It’s most certainly at the mercy
of the dawning of the day.
The night can only stay
for a certain length of time;
It must submit to light‘s arrival
as the Sun makes its rhythmic climb.
So when you feel stuck in the darkness of night
Longing for the day,
remind yourself the light always appears,
it is only just hours away.
©Kristin Johnson
