Welcome to my blog. I'm afraid it won't be updated too frequently, as I only write when moved to write. These are a group of my poems, as written through the often difficult trek of the past nine months (at present) of my life.
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.

God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Ten Minute Verbosity

Oh God, afflict me as often as Thou wouldst choose.
I care not for the burden if this is the way Thou wouldst use.
Sweet is the communion when I walk with Thee.
Oh God, how I long Thy face to see!
So delicate the lyrics on the tip of my tongue,
The chime, the note not yet been sung.
Bursting and bubbling, the melody
My heart raises to sing to Thee.
But speechless am I, and lost are the words.
For I've never found them to sing their verse.

Praises I would sing as I try to find
The words on the edge on the tip of my mind.
I'm looking at the sunset, the stars, the tress.
I feel the warmth, the touch of the breeze.
I look at the planes, I dream of the skies
I think of the past with tears in my eyes
I feel the burden, called to prayer and song.
This must be of Thee - I know I'm not wrong.

But God, where are the words I want to sing
To praise and glorify the King?
The phrases are old, the words aren't new.
There's something unspoken I want to tell You.
There's something in colours, the sunlit bright rays
There's something that calls my heart out to praise.
WHERE are the words I so want to find?
Why are they buried so deep down inside?
It's almost like an unknown tongue...
What will it take that from me they are wrung?

The sihouette of trees, birds nesting together
The smell of damp leaves, the tease of the heather.
The budding of spring, the minty green leaves,
I'm walking along as I'm watching all these.
And God, You are here, You're with me. I know.
Why does my heart long to see You so?
It's like there's a veil so close I can touch
I keep getting near, but never enough.
If I could just pull it aside, I know I would see
Your face and be changed inside all of me.
The evil would go, the light would come in
I'd be changed, I'd be new, there'd be You all within!
But where are the words Your praises to tell?
I feel so dumb, but I know it is well.

For You know the song so deep in my heart.
I guess You've known it right back from the start.
You know the praise Thy beauty inspires.
The touch of Your lips and my heart is on fire.
Melody discordant, how lovely to hear
To know the presence of God - that there's nothing to fear

As I'm walking home and I'm nearly there.
I guess this will have to speak in words of a prayer...
No peace in their lives or joy to be found...
For lost souls to be opened, for lost sheep to be found.
Oh God! You are God! You know my heart breaks.
How long til You answer? How long will it take?
I know You are here, You see all my tears.
Your heart breaks with me and You know all my fear.
And God, in return, You have given assurance
Of peace deep within....

And so I will sing and glorify Your name
And praise You as I can and tell of Your fame
And spread You abroad in a pitiful way,
You're God. You can use it at the end of the day!
Turning into my street...and what will I find?
Broken hearts, desperate eyes...so blind.
All of this is here for a reason. I know.
In Your infinite wisdom, You've decreed it so.
You've put me here, the pain to endure
I never would've known Your love so sure
If You hadn't brought me through this.
The inner serenity and bliss.

So tell out, my soul, the Lord's praises.
Fill your eyes with beauty and your hair with daisies!
Give out His love; with the pain - use it right.
He's coming through the darkness to break down the night.
So my trust is in God, my step firm and sure.
You are here, God. You are near.
Continue to allure, bring us into Your ways
Keep our hearts in Your steps
At the end of the day
There will be no regrets.
God, You will live forever, I know.
Forever and ever...
Your death united what no death can sever.

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