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Ecstasy With You
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Ecstasy With You

 

I’m blessed I’m blessed oh Lord so blessed

Happy beyond compare

For in a while in Heaven’s rest

Eternity we’ll share

 

With You! Dear Lord my Friend my King

Creator God divine

How can I fail Your praise to sing?

How can such grace be mine?

 

How could a sinner such as I

Have hoped for life anew

To live again never to die

In ecstasy with You

 

I thank You Lord for loving me

For all the things You’ve done

For causing me to bend my knee 

Through Jesus Christ Your Son

 

The Son who came, The Lamb who died

The King who rose on high

Reigning beyond the great divide

With those who’ll never die

 

What promise Lord You’ve given me

How will I understand?

How could this child have hoped to see?

The future for me planned

 

Oh Lord my God what lies ahead?

What wonders are in store?

When once You’ve raised me from the dead

And opened Heaven’s Door 

 

I’ll live through Christ Your righteous seed

Whiter than virgin snow

Oh yes I’m blessed I’m blessed in deed

More than I’d ever know….. 

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Submitted: Thursday, July 28, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, July 28, 2016

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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