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By Michael P. Johnson
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When Truth reveals on living pages

The facts of Jesus Christ

We see The Lord, Rock of ages

The Lamb, Love sacrificed

 

Memories may fade in shrouded mist

But mine stay rich and blessed

Recalling when my soul first kissed

The One my soul caressed

 

When Love first held my filthy hand

When Fire kindled within

When Heaven caused to understand

The dreadful state of sin

 

I saw my goals, my wildest dreams

God’s Lamb upon the tree

My days of life like ebbing streams

And humbly bent my knee

 

Well I recall when praying there

As tears began to flow

When first my heart began to share

The shame of long ago

 

At Jesus’ feet, beneath His wing

Confessing every wrong

I gave to God my everything

To sing salvation’s song

 

What is the world, one’s eye, one’s limb?

What’s silver, gold or jewel?

The universe I’d give to Him

Rather than die a fool

 

Because God lives we too may live

We too through death may rise

To live to reign with all He’ll give

In endless Paradise…..

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Submitted: Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Last Updated: Wednesday, November 23, 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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