They Know Not What They Do

They Know Not What They Do

A long time ago, in a place far away,

As Jesus hung on the cross He did say:

“Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.”

And still today, walk a path that's not true.

I stand and gaze at the world's vast population,

Listening to the news and man's declarations.

I realize nothing is new under the sun–

We repeat, age by age, what's already been done.

The right accuses the left, the left accuses the right,

Each side convinced they dwell in the light.

They invoke God’s name to defend their morality,  

Yet truth isn’t found in political polarity.

I look at the world and wonder: do they know, God, what they do?  

Do they grasp how far they’ve drifted from You?  

So I pray, as Jesus did long ago on the cross:  

“Forgive them, Lord—they are truly lost.”

I don’t say this to excuse mankind,  

For not all are blind—some choose to be unkind.  

Yet who am I to judge what others believe or say?  

All I can do is kneel and pray.

“Open their eyes, Lord, so they may see  

That only in You can they truly be free.  

Forgive them, for they know not what they do—  

Illuminate their vision so they may follow You.”

We live in a world where hatred reigns,  

Where passion and pride leave spiritual stains.  

But I believe change is near—not by my hand,  

But by Your Spirit moving across this land.

They know not what they do, indoctrinated by lies,  

Which is why so many on the right are despised.  

We know not what we do when we fail to seek truth,  

When we follow like sheep, uncaring and uncouth.

Yes, they know not what they do—so I’ll continue to pray,  

Entrusting their souls to God each day.  

I’ll reserve judgment, for only He can decide  

Who walks in blindness, and who in pride

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson

Unexpected

God moves in ways we don’t expect—  

What He ordains, the world rejects.  

We sketch our plans, but He smiles instead,  

And shifts the path where we thought we’d tread.  

He moves in ways both bold and unseen,  

His hand at work in all routine.  

His thoughts are higher, His wisdom deep,  

He reigns above—our souls He keeps.  

God’s ways are unexpected—by design,  

Set in motion before our time.  

We lean on strength that cannot last,  

Yet find His sovereignty steadfast.  

So when life shakes and feels unsure,  

And you wonder if He’s still near—  

Fret not, His ways are not like ours,  

They stretch beyond the stars.  

His ways are not our ways—hold fast.  

He moves through seasons as they pass.  

He knows the end from what we see,  

Which is why He moves so unexpectedly.

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,

    neither are your ways my ways,”

declares the Lord.

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“As the heavens are higher than the earth,

    so are my ways higher than your ways

    and my thoughts than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:8-9

So Over It

We are so over it. The politics of the left. 

The trasgender movement and climate change fanatics.

We are so over the lies that they tell. 

How vaccines help keep people well. 

There was a time when we could share their space 

Without condemnation and disgrace. 

But when I hear the narrative from the other side. 

I am so over their superiority and pride. 

I am so over the fake concern and love. 

Based on their own ideology and not from above. 

Judging us who stand on God's Word as the standard

Calling us derelicts based on their redefined banner. 

I am so over them demanding I uphold-- 

Their ideology and to do what I'm told. 

I am so over their shaming me. 

For my morals and values of which they disagree. 

I am so over their racist accusations. 

As they discriminate against Christians all over this nation. 

I am so over the world's doctrine and ideology

Based on their idols and hypocrisy. 

At the end of the day, as they scream and twist the headlines. 

I ignore their ranting and do what is right.

I need not to earn the approval of man

I stand strong for what I believe and do what I can. 

Their lies and anti God theology falls on dead ears 

Because I am so over what they think and no longer hear.

I am so over the world and its ways. 

Gods Highway is where I will travel all of my days. 

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson

One More Vote, One More Door

One More Vote, One More Door

When you wake up on November 6 and watch the news.

And the results of the election are not what you would choose

Will you have regrets? Will you wish maybe I should have went to vote?

Will you wonder if there is something you could have done or even spoke.

The time is now to make your voice heard.

Not just at the polls but in every interaction and every word

You think oh it does not matter it's all rigged anyway

That's what they are counting on to steal our election on that day

What does it hurt so all you're going to do is mark your choice.

And make it known what you believe this is your time, this is your voice.

How many other people think it's rigged and have chosen not to speak.

That could be the deciding factor on Election week.

So go ahead let your voice be heard even if you think it wont count

Your voice may be the only one that saves our country, I have no doubt.

And if you are a out there working, tired and don't want to take another step,

It's just one more door to knock one more path to tread.

And only a few short weeks the world will know our choice.

You are the ones on the ground helping others find their voice.

Just one more door could be the difference made today.

A few more steps, a few more calls could pave the way.

So hold tight my friend. I know we are all tired and the news can drag us down

Those signs of the other party seem like they're everywhere around

Don't be afraid to be bold and clearly stand for what you believe

You'll be surprised how many stand with you in our time of need. 

© 2024 Sandra C. Johnson