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Tis I
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Tis I

 

’Tis I my God, who calls on high

Who’s praise will never cease

Who once was so afraid to die

Who now is blessed with peace

 

’Tis I, ecstatic with joy Lord

Who gladly bends the knee

Who’s found that I could ill afford

Your Lamb not set me free

 

’Tis I, who sought my Saviour’s blood 

Who bathed in Heaven’s Flow

Who aims to live the way I should

Whilst through this life I go

 

’Tis I, the one once plagued with shame

Who tread the devil’s path

Until I called on Jesus’ name

To spare me from the wrath

 

’Tis I, who’d change to things I do

Who eagerly sought Your face

Who daily comes to thank You

For showering with grace 

 

’Tis I, Your servant, blessed with love

Who day and night would cry

Who’s home You’re building high above

With treasures none can buy

 

’Tis I, ’tis I, my God ’tis I

With all my heart and soul

Praying those saved will multiply

For Christ to make more whole

 

’Tis I, Your servant waiting still

Your child with great delight

Eager to do my Father’s will

Each day and every night….. 

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Submitted: Sunday, May 22, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, July 29, 2018

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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