Showing posts with label Poetry/Creative Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry/Creative Writing. Show all posts

Sunday, May 19, 2024

Poetry: A New Life


Your scriptures are so wonderful.

They energize my soul.

I love to read the stories

Of the patriarchs of old.

And also of the women

Who were prominent in Christ.

Who prayed and gave in faithfulness.

No fleshly guile or strife.

But most of all the thing I love

Is what your Word doth do.

It changes all the heart of me,

Transforms and makes me new.

For through the daily cleansing Word

I'm changed to be like you.

The Word restructures all of me.

I'm living life brand new.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Poetry: Your Glory Still Reigns


So much beauty is the nature

That you have created.

The devil was not able

To kill its glory,

Though cripple it did he.

Its inherent magnificence

I can still see.

He never had the power

To destroy.

Wreak havoc did he.

As long as I wake up

To sun rays,

As long as I can gaze

At waving tree branches,

As long as I can

Hear birds twitter

And see a sparkling creek

Tumble over rocks,

Your glory still reigns.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Poetry: GOD'S SUN


I love to see the sun come in
And light my way to happy thoughts.
I'm happier than I've ever been,
When sunlight shines and rain is nought.

For though I love a rainy day,
And Autumn's gray day I adore,
The sun is lovely I can say.
I feel as I have said 'afore.

It sparkles in the brightening morn'.
The shadows sharp upon the grass.
Another sunny day is born.
With hopeful joy and faith en masse.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Wednesday, April 24, 2024



I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

My spirit jumps for joy!

I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

And death has been destroyed.

For God's the very heart of me.

I love him evermore.

Without him never want to be.

I know the Lord, oh joy!


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Monday, April 22, 2024



Oh God, did you set up

My deliverance decades ago?

Oh Father, did you set the stars

To turn in my favor?

You always come through

No matter what the challenge

Or fear.

You help and deliver,

Free and clear.

To my heart and my soul,

You are dear.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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Thursday, April 18, 2024

Poetry: Everlasting Nature


I have beautiful mornings with you.

As I sit quietly and watch,

Nature abounds.

For you and nature are one.

You created the beauty of nature

And it is everlasting and eternal.

It comes from you

And never ends.

My love for nature will never end.

One day I will enjoy it upon

The shores and hills and fields

Of a pristine Heaven and earth,

The way you meant it to be.

Everlasting nature.

Everlasting God.

Everlasting joy.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Poetry: I Love Your Word


I love your Word.

What can I say

About the fears

It does allay.

Your Word is sweet,

A joy to me.

I eat and drink

Your Word with glee!


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Monday, April 8, 2024



Oh, to worship you!
No problem!
To get on my knees is to
Feel the loving kindness
Of a Father
Who sacrificed his Son
For my redemption.
There was no reservation
Or exception,
For I was fully embraced
And brought into
The greatest kingdom
In existence.
I will reign with Christ.
So to worship you?
No problem!


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Poetry: Lord, How Sweet Is Your Word


How sweet is your Word in suffering,
Though oft' the burden is great.
It feels unbearably frequent,
Such difficulty of late.

Your Word is a precious ointment,
Oft' applied in much duress.
Your Word is a pathway lamplight.
With your Word I make progress.

I read and feel much freedom.
A breath of joy I breathe.
I lose myself in scriptures,
Where found is sweet relief.

Your Word, I'll never shun it,
Though hurting hinders me.
The two-edged sword of sweetness
Is what I need from thee.

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Poetry: The Staying Hand


A puff of breeze,

A gentle nudging

And the Holy Spirit has

Impressed the day upon me.

How I should think, feel

And behave in honor of Thee.

Or an answer to a question,

Or a new direction

Is what the gentle push gives,

A holy correction.

Like a staying hand upon my arm

And a sweet, soft voice saying, "Wait",

The Holy Spirit speaks to me.

Like a gentle nudging.

Like a puff of breeze. 


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Poetry: Be Honest With God


No matter what I think
Or what I do,
The most important thing
Is that I be honest with you.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Sunday, March 10, 2024

Poetry: My IV


Dear Lord, your Word gives me such joy
And causes my spirit to soar.
It’s hard to explain,
But those who eat it daily
Know that exhilaration from pain.

Like an infusion or injection of jet fuel,
I am made to feel like
Anything is possible.
I can soar above
Problems, offenses and lack.

Dear Lord, your Word is my IV.
I’m on it every day,
All day, throughout the day.
I’m hooked up,
And I live!


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Monday, February 26, 2024

Poetry: He Will Turn It Into Good


I heard a man on TV today,

Who spoke about suffering and trials to allay,

The feeling that struggles are really for nothing,

The often unfairness and our life's contorting.

He said if we could not determine a cause,

That we can be certain and give this applause,

That we will come out of it richer inside,

The strength that we get will show on the outside.

Some trials are too heavy, some burdens beyond,

What we think is fair, way too much put upon.

But there is not anything God cannot use,

To make our lives better, to help us improve.

That does not support that our pain is ordained,

That God must make sorrow for blessings to rain.

He does not need trouble and horror and woe.

He needs not the evil from that pit below.

We live in a world that is set on a course.

The fault is not ours so we feel no remorse.

We know we can't change Satan's evil world reign.

The Blood of Our Savior we use as a bane.

Don't think about quitting or turning on God.

To God be the glory and give him a nod.

He will make it right, this old world has to go,

And all of the pain and the suffering and woe.

So what can't be changed will be taken for you,

And made as a blessing, to help others too.

Just keep holding on and don't dare you forget,

That you will come out of it richer and blessed.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Christian poems about hope, poems about having faith, lyrical faith poetry, faith poems and encouragement

Friday, February 23, 2024

Poetry: Today's Declaration

I choose to laugh in the midst of trouble.

In the midst of sorrow, I choose joy.

All things will always 

Work together for good for me.

My Heavenly Father has promised it.

I can trust His word for

He is the One True God.


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Poetry: God And Son As One


How hard it must have been

For you to know, Lord,

That you were the Light Of The World

And To Walk Among Hatred And Blindness.

How hard it must have been

For you to live under

Being harassed and hated,

And to walk among

That determination to murder.

But you were determined

To enforce God's will.

Your Father, who gave you up

To a vicious world of dark haters,

Lived the horrific sacrifice through you

And with you.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Saturday, February 17, 2024

Poetry: Longings Are Heard By God


My longings you listen to.
And I have finally learned
To listen to my longings too,
And to give them to you.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Poetry: Enjoy Sweet Release


May sunshine brighten your day,

And all fears faith allay.

May you walk in joy and peace,

And enjoy God's sweet release.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Poetry: Flyaway Fear


I went to talk to the Lord today

And all was quiet,

Except for the birds

That sounded gay.

I thought of what I wanted to say

But thoughts did hide.

They did not quiet

My anxious way.

All was quiet as I sat alone.

No words they came

But faith rose up,

And fear was gone.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Monday, February 12, 2024

Poetry: The Paths That You Give Me


Dear Lord, your mercy is wonderful,
So everlasting and true.
You fill me with soaring thankfulness
For all that you for me do.

I never want to desert you,
No matter how hard the way.
Your loving arms do surround me.
I seek you every day.

The paths of others do wander.
The paths of others do stray
Away from your loving kindness,
As they would seek their way.

But never again will I do it,
Consider that you don’t care.
I’ll hold to the paths that you give me.
Your love will keep me there.

©Sandra Johnson

Sunday, September 17, 2023

We Gave Each Other Something That Day

Many years ago on a bus, I sat down beside a 40-ish, clean-cut, well-spoken man who offered me his neatly folded newspaper. 

I brightly replied, “Thank you. I need this today!” I am a woman of color and he was white. This is only significant in that I am always grateful for cross-cultural friendliness where ever I find it because there is so much hatred and prejudice still being practiced and promoted.

After I accepted the paper with a smile, he replied, “I picked it up at TCC.”

“Do you want some change for it,” I offered.

“No,” he replied. “They set them out for free.” After a pause, he humorously said, “I can always use a little change. No just kidding.”

I laughed and said, “We can all use a little change, sometimes. You take classes at TCC,” I inquired, assuming that he was enrolled in some MBA-type program or something.

“No, I stay at the Union Mission,” he quietly replied.

“Oh,” I said, thinking how sad but restful his spirit seemed.

“I work two part-time jobs,” I confessed. “They are both minimum wage and it’s difficult to get on my feet.”

“It’s hard for everyone isn’t it?” he empathized.

I began to dig in my purse for change, because not only have I had a desire to help others from my teenaged years but also because I’ve been in various types of financial and employment struggles. I have empathy for others who are struggling.

He said quickly and quietly, “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” as he waved his hand from side to side.

“But will you accept it anyway,” I quietly pleaded.

“Yes,” he said with purpose.
I grabbed as much change as my hand could hold.
The bus was slowing for my stop and I grasped as much change as my fingers could touch. It felt like a lot of quarters and I was glad. 

As I warmly placed them in his open hand, I felt his spirit soar as he looked down at his palm. He seemed so happy about that handful of change and I felt the angels singing.

When he said “God bless you,” I really felt the blessings of God being bestowed upon me. I just felt it, and spoke the same blessing to him.
I really needed the newspaper that morning.
 As I got up, I said, “See you around.”

“Certainly,” he said, or something like that.

As I walked to the McDonald’s to get my cup of coffee, I was happy to have the paper to read. I reflected on how much I seemed to have in the eyes of that man. I actually had not just one job but two compared to his none. They were both retail and didn’t even make up 35 hours a week but how blessed I must have seemed to him.

Suddenly, I thought I probably don't have enough for the cup of coffee I was so looking forward to. I had given him a lot of my change and was not thinking about my coffee. When I got inside, I found that I still had enough change for the coffee and then some. I had not even considered the amount that I was giving him when I dug into my purse. I just wanted him to have it. In doing so, I was provided for.

Amazingly, I still had enough change to buy my coffee.
My situation must really have seemed almost like paradise to him. To be finished with the job search process. To be done with standing in line with five-hundred and fifty other people for a handful of positions. To have the interviews behind me. To actually have some funds coming in. To have already received a paycheck. He had a bed for an extended but limited period of time in a residential shelter. There are so many others who don't even have that.

Just think about all of the others who don't have a bed in a shelter. Think about those who want a better life but can't get into the right position at the right time to make it work. Think about the mentally-challenged who would not hurt anyone but who are wandering the streets without anyone to assist them because not enough people are helping. Think about all of those who fall through the cracks, because not enough people are helping. Think about the elderly on the streets.

Think about those who are hungry and want something to eat but no one gives them a dollar because they decide that the person just wants a drink of wine. Think about those who were cheated and mistreated and are now living homeless as a result of it. Think about the veterans who are homeless and the mothers with children who don't have anywhere to sleep at night. Think about the children who are absolutely alone on the streets everywhere in the world...

Remember those who are struggling and who are less fortunate than you. The numbers are exploding and most of them don't want to be homeless and jobless. Reach out today. Help someone. If you can help one person one time in your life, you have done a lot.

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