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The Day You Came
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By Michael P. Johnson
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THE DAY YOU CAME

Afraid, alone, quite down and out
So sad, most days I’d cry
I’d lived this way, so plagued with doubt
I’d often wished to die

But when You came, when darkness fled
Your Light made true love mine
Such peace great joy when we were wed
Seeing our lives entwine

I sang, I danced, I knelt in prayer
You severed; Satan’s ties
When chains fell off, whilst sitting there
This child; began to rise

To sights, beyond my wildest dreams
Suspended in mid air
I felt Your power flow in streams
A foot above my chair

Plainly I heard Your voice on high
“Today! You’re born anew”
You know my God I tell no lie
These words of mine are true

You shared with me Your living word
How warm was Your embrace
When in my room, I felt and heard
Your Wind sweep round my face

I’d never heard, Your voice before
I’d never felt such love
But when I opened wide my door
You came and gave Life’s Dove

My Saviour reigns inside of me
I feel my Master’s hand
Cleansing my soul keeping me free
Until Your Promised Land.....

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Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2011

Last Updated: Friday, July 15, 2011

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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