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Heaven Is Now My Goal
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Heave Is Now My Goal

 

I guess, I think, perhaps maybe

Before I used to pray

But now The Light through Christ I see

I’ve changed most every way

 

My hopelessness, I saw disperse

Silenced was every fear

I’m free of death of every curse

And almost every tear

 

I’m full of joy I’m feeling fine

I eat of Heaven’s fair

I’m blessed by God, His love is mine

And all is mine to share

 

The facts and truth of Jesus tree

God’s Son of virgin birth

Such knowledge can set the world free

With grace to walk the earth

 

I’ve never felt like this before

This burning deep inside

So clean so free blessed and pure

I’ve nothing more to hide

 

Hold back my heart before I fly

Hold fast my lightened soul

I’ll live, I’ll thrive I’ll never die

For Heaven’s now my goal

 

To higher heights I’m climbing on

Eternal life is sure

Within my heart live’s God’s own Son

I won’t look back no more

 

Now soon I’ll join my Master’s throng

That day draws ever near

So until then I’ll sing this song

For all the world to hear.....

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Submitted: Friday, December 26, 2014

Last Updated: Friday, December 26, 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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