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Remember Lot's Wife
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By Michael P. Johnson
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        Remember Lot’s wife

“I’ve come in shame, tattered and bruised

Inflicted by the foe

Both heart and mind are so confused

I’ve nowhere else to go

 

I’ve come so far but now I fear

Through sin I’ve gone astray

Before my God I’m kneeling here

Please hear these words I pray

 

From in my heart has gone the song

I’ve spoiled my robe of white

I know myself there’s something wrong

My deeds despise the light

 

So now in church I’m rarely seen

Inside, I feel no ease

For holy; is Your chosen queen

And so I’m on my knees

 

Oh Lord, I’m filled with deep despair

My Egypt; brought such pain

Her onions and her garlic there

I’ve turned to once again

 

I thought once more to have some fun

I travelled far and wide

But then The Spirit of Your Son

Began to burn inside

 

Please set me free again my King

Allow me through Your door

If I could ask for just one thing

Life’s Breath; I crave once more

 

Cover me with Your garment’s edge

Redeem this broken heart

Receive from now, this lifelong pledge

No more from You to part..... 

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Submitted: Monday, February 27, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, February 27, 2012

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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