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Guaranteed Above.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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We take a shower, have a bath

We wash, we scrub, yet see

Nothing can save us from Your wrath

Without Your Guarantee

 

We need my God Your Christ Your Son

Your Holy Ghost on high

Without Your Lamb, nothing is won

To save us, when we die

 

For die! we must, yet Jesus lives

Just as The Father planned

We too may rise if Jesus gives

Help to The Promised Land

 

The Spirit of Truth and Power

The Seed Christ died to give

Planting deep in man’s darkest hour

Growing through death to live

 

The very One we’re praying for

Our precious souls can lift

The Key to open Heaven’s Door

Your valued Promised Gift

 

So it stands as before You planned

Your Word is ever true

Forever and ever to stand

When the season is due

 

You’re not a man that You could lie

The Truth is all You speak

For this my God we turn on High

For that for which we seek

 

Blessed is the soul that eats Your Word

That seeks to live as You

Who put in practice what we’ve heard

And in obedience do..... 

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Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, March 19, 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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