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Forgiven
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Forgiven

 

I’m forgiven; I’m forgiven

The devil’s lost my soul

No longer, to self gain driven

Heaven’s become my goal

 

I’m in the arms of Heaven’s King

Host to The Holy Dove

Learning life’s righteous song to sing

Of how to live above

 

Of how to fight the righteous fight

Defeat both sin and shame

To win life’s crown life’s robe of white

In Jesus’ mighty name

 

Grace rid my soul of evil first

Love took me by the hand

Truth gave to eat, facts quenched my thirst

And caused to  understand

 

God came to earth as flesh and bone

Into this world as light

As Christ; to bear man’s shame alone

And give blind eyes true sight

 

I’m in the hands; of Jesus Christ

God’s true obedient Son

The Lamb for us God sacrificed

That Heaven’s will be done

 

Through torment on a cross of wood

Through love as none before

By faith; I’m free through Jesus’ blood

With Key to Heaven’s Door

 

I’m free, I’m free, completely free

Delivered, set on fire

Telling the world to come and see

What lost blind souls require.....

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Submitted: Saturday, December 13, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, December 13, 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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