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By Michael P. Johnson
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I'm Glad I'm Me

 

My face is ugly so they say

With movements rather odd

Yet on my knees I still can pray

And fellowship with God

 

Although quite deaf and almost blind

To some it seems absurd

Yet deep inside my quickened mind

Can understand life’s Word

 

I’ve learnt to use my shrivelled arm

I give each day my best

To God inside I’ve hidden charm

Through which I’m more than blessed

 

I’m wide awake within my chair

I’m glad that I am me

I’m glad the love, God had to share

Has set my spirit free

 

I’m free to sing to dance and play

To see with perfect sight

Living for Jesus night and day

Shining my little Light

 

My wheelchair’s fine when all alone

I think of those who die

I pray the lost with hearts of stone

May turn to Christ on high

 

If I were born an able child

I’d fear to suffer loss

I’d fear content running wild

I’d fail to find The Cross

 

For though my flesh is far from well

My body’s not that sound

Yet deep inside this broken shell

Lives one who’s Heaven bound.....

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Submitted: Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, October 15, 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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