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Let the Wind Blow Free
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Let the Wind Blow Free

 

We’re saved by grace and all is well

We think we have it made

Till life becomes a living hell

When wealth begins to fade

 

We sit around still playing fools

Not as the chosen few

We break both God and nature’s rules

Seeking for something new

 

Yet all we do we seem to fail

Confused, much plagued with doubt

We stumble, fall, we land in jail

And find there’s no way out

 

So lost and bound we shake our head

We find it hard to pray

We join once more the walking dead

Like docile sheep astray

 

No longer do we feel God’s Son

His grace,  His love, His hand

From heart and soul The Wind has gone

And silence haunts the land

 

We think our deeds will God suffice

We go to church and pray

But fail our lives to sacrifice

And walk God’s chosen Way

 

The Wind’s not gone but only still

It’s we; who close the door

Yet when we do The Father’s will

Grace rules just as before

 

It’s good and right to feel God’s rod

Especially when we thirst

It’s God its God it’s always God

It’s God we must put first.....

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Submitted: Saturday, November 29, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, November 29, 2014

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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