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I Knocked Your Door
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I KNOCKED YOUR DOOR

In truth; God's world is hard to tell
Gross darkness clouds her mind
While Satan leads her brood to hell
She's proud, wicked and blind

You may not even like God's child
Witnessing in your sight
Sometimes perhaps you'll feel so wild
Because I'm of The Light

True Light and darkness can't agree
They can't see eye to eye
That's why you're not at ease with me
No matter how you try

In love, I come to speak of peace
No need of fist or sword
Love's Light has come, that you may cease
To hide from Christ the Lord

This Light is truth that comes to live
To touch with true Love's hand
He comes to save! God's joy to give
And lead to understand

Just as light through an open door
When darkness must depart
Please bear with me a moment more
To shine within your heart

Allow God's Light, to come to you
Let darkness disappear
In just a while we feel brand new
Without life's doubt and fear

We'll feel the Father's love arrive
His warm reviving stream
The sick the dead He'll bring alive
Beyond one's wildest dream.....

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Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2011

Last Updated: Wednesday, November 15, 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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