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Reach Out
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Reach Out

 

Now dismal, sad, hung out and dry

Intolerant and weak

With heavy heart you wonder why

Your lamp has sprung a leak

 

Life’s precious oil seems all dried up

You fear your soul may die

Drained is the praise and worship cup

You’d offer God on high

 

Central is Christ and church no more

Gone is the joy inside?

Now peace has sailed to foreign shore

Frustration cannot hide

 

It’s hard to kneel, it’s hard to pray

Death is of grave concern

What can one do what can one say?

How can one’s faith return?

 

We hear love spoken everywhere

Where Christians come to meet

A time with God we need to share

Beside The Saviour’s feet

 

Life’s cup of peace we need to fill

We need to seek The Light

Touching a soul who’s burning still

Can make love’s fire ignite

 

Consider life and where you are

Look deep inside to see

Cry out and touch who’s never far

Who’ll set your spirit free

 

Jesus is faithful always true

His love is ever near

Waiting to bless to comfort you

And dry your every tear….. 

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Submitted: Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, October 7, 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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