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Who Loves Me?
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Who Loves Me?

 

To thrive! I’d cheat, deceive and lie

Combing the world’s debris

For self I’d seek to multiply

Whilst Jesus Christ loved me

 

My words my deeds were Heaven plain

Each thought God’s eyes could see

My wayward life was lived in vain

Still Christ Jesus loved me

 

Disobedient blind plagued with doubt

From light my soul would flee

Till grace came down to sought me out

Through Jesus loving me

 

Love saw my heart my selfish soul

Whilst on that dreadful Tree

Shedding life’s blood to make me whole

The Lamb of God loved me

 

Nothing I’d say nothing I’ve done

Could bring such victory

Yet here I stand with battle’s won

Through Jesus loving me

 

His side, His feet, each nail pierced hand

My eyes began to see

Through grace my soul could understand

God’s righteous Son loves me

 

Now born of spirit heart ablaze

Blessed on bended knee

With joyful soul I’ll sing God’s praise

With Jesus’ loving me

 

I’ll sing out loud, sing soft and sweet

With all who will agree

Sitting beside the ancient feet

Of Jesus loving me.....

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Submitted: Sunday, July 5, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, July 5, 2015

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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