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Life's Hurdles.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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        Life’s hurdles

“I’m running for my life my friend

The Lord is my escape

He said He’ll help until the end

Until I’ve passed the tape

 

Through Jesus Christ true strength is found

When in His name I pray

Life’s high hurdles and thorny ground

Just seem to melt away

 

Hurdles of sin that bring disease

Hurdles of doubt so high

We overcome when on our knees

When to the flesh we die

 

For one to jump both high and wide

We need to train each day

We need God’s Holy Breath inside

To rise The righteous Way

 

Though old and grey I’m jumping still

In Christ I’m running on

I’ll swim the river, climb the hill

Until life’s race is won

 

I’m pressing on towards the goal

With Christ before my eyes

I’m running friend to save my soul

Life’s sweet eternal prize

 

Devil nor man will keep me down

In Christ I’ll run the race

The day I wear the victor’s crown

I’ll see my Saviour’s face

 

I’m going on until I’m there

By faith and grace I’ll win

Come join me friend, receive your share

Forsake your life of sin”.....

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Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, March 11, 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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