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Talk To Me......
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Talk to me Lord as I to You

My ears, open wide

Tell me, show me, what should I do?

Through Your Holy Ghost inside

    

Hear my soul Lord, my heartfelt prayer

The truth, I lay before

Forgive me as I now declare

To You! Salvation’s Door

 

My wickedness, You’ve seen and know

The sordid things I’ve done

Life’s footsteps, to hell’s gate below

Before I met Your Son

 

Still! I’ve thought, said, did,things again

Nothing, You’ve failed to see

Though knowing! my God, You felt the pain

From sin You’ve set me free

 

For this, Lord Jesus I love You

The cross You chose to bare

Throughout the pain, in constant view

With me! True Life to share

 

I long to hear Your voice my King

Of things You  have in mind

Whatever You say or choose to bring

To me or lost mankind

 

Talk to me Lord, answer me please

A prayer, is never in vain

Out on the street, or on my knees

Speak to Your child again

 

Blind souls, are dying everywhere

Most churches sit in pews

Speak to us Lord, enable to share

This lost blind world Your views…..

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Submitted: Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Last Updated: Tuesday, December 19, 2017

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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