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Once upon a time… there was a little girl who lived in a village by the sea. She would play in the ocean, and she often visited her aunt who lived in the offshore islands. Sometimes she would sit on the pier and watch the great ships disappear over the horizon with their cargoes of cotton, lumber, turpentine and granite: and she would wonder that
God made the world so big. Eventually she grew into a beautiful young woman with a wonderful loving heart. It was a turbulent time in history when she married a quiet man who was strong in spirit, and they lived in an inland town where her husband was a man respected. For half a century they lived happily as her children, then her grandchildren grew up as she grew older, more loving and no less beautiful. Still beautiful and gracious, she lived in a little white house that became the center and focal of her family's love; and she was called friend by everyone who knew her. Then one autumn day as she sought peace (for her husband had gone to stand before God's throne), she walked the road that is called the Road to Emmaus where once were the footprints of the Risen Savior. As she walked, she carried with her the blessings of those who loved her. Then she was astonished to find a stranger disturbed her solitary vigil. He was a man with ancient scars on his hands, and she recognized the Lord, for she knew this story well. She said, "Lord Jesus, are you going
to walk with me?" And He said, "I have always walked with you. From the days of your childhood in the village by the sea, you have always loved and given of yourself to others. For every life you touch is filled
with love.
Every life, including Mine. This is the reason your race was created: to love God and to love each other. There are few that love as you do. Share with Me the blessings
of those who love you." Then the Lord said,
"Come. Let us walk together." Lloyd Barry Johnson
( October 1996)
Egypt, O Egypt! In the ancient time when the Flood was a recent memory; Alpha Draconis was the North Star; and Easter was only a prophetic promise: your civilization brightly glittered bronze. Egypt, who will cry for you today?
Egypt, homeland, has God forgotten you? Who will call thy people to choose? When Philistines fill your land, who will fight Goliath? Who will stand alone on the mountain to challenge the pagen priests? At sunset,
who will stand while others bow to idols? Son of Egypt, I remember! Says the Lord Yahwah.
I am who I am! Says the Lord Yahwah. When you say to your people: "Choose you this day whom you will serve",
HE will make the sun stand still. When the giant raises his sword,
HE will be your Rock. When you ascend the mountain and build an alter amid the prophets of baal,
HE will answer with fire. When you stand as the wailing call to prayer is heard, and your countrymen make prayer to the golden idol of Babylon;
It is your prayer HE will hear. Though you may be cast into the firey furnace you will not be touched by the flames
and HE will walk with you.
HE will walk with you. Is there one unbeliever who might believe? Is there one brother who might draw strength? Is there one sister who might need comfort? Is there one warrior who might seek peace?
Is there one fanatic who might love? HE will never leave you or forsake you. Though you be a stranger in your own land,
you will enter His kingdom.
HE will walk with you.
copyright 1991 by Lloyd Barry Johnson The gracious beauty of the rose gently touches all of those
who see her face. In the misty morning light she softly shows her pristine white
with dewdrop lace. Delicate as Esther's pride, a message in her magic cried
of Amazing Grace.
( 1991 by Lloyd Barry Johnson
to Norma Pettigrew
Feeling valued
is like hearing Norma sing: Her music, beautiful the sound echoing the room around. Touch my spirit with her song. My soul aglow with selfless pride, a wealth of worth I feel inside. Even when the sound has died,
the feeling lingers on.
( 1991 by Lloyd Barry Johnson Glorystar! New star I see; Tell me now what you can be? Rise on high, in brilliant hue; No other star as bright as you. I remember Words of old, In which a Savior was foretold. Glorystar! New star I see;
Are you His star of prophesy? Glorystar! Proclaim His birth; Emmanuel has come to earth, Shepherds rise and run to meet, The Savior Who will wash your feet. Find Him in a manger laid; His sinless life our ransom paid. Holy Child: before Him kneel,
Mercy of our God revealed. Glorystar! Now light the way. Make desert night as bright as day. Magi go and travel far, Following His Glorystar. Gold and incense bring with you, God's Son is all our worship due. Holy Child: before Him kneel,
Majesty of God revealed. Glorystar! Our Savior find. Bathe the earth in novashine. Glorystar, your bright increase, Proclaims the mighty Prince of Peace. The God Whose glory is so bright, He even dims your awesome light. Holy Child: you've granted me
Access to eternity.
( 1991 by Lloyd Barry Johnson) |