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I Hope It's Not too Late.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I Hope It's Not too Late.....

“I’m fighting back to You my Lord

I’m trying every day

Allow me please return on board

Don’t sail from me away

 

I need Your help I’m not too strong

This rocky mountain’s steep

The journey back has been so long

Through rivers wide and deep

 

Gross darkness held me in it’s hand

Each day a little more

Until I saw what Satan planned

And sought again Your Door

 

While Jesus’ arms are open wide

Life’s Door to love and grace

Allow my God again inside

This child who seeks Your face

 

My deeds are so that I should die

So dark that I should burn

I turn to You my God on high

Allow me please return

 

Chastise me here as You see right

I’ll bear all now You give

All filth within me set alight

But let this sinner live

 

Lord, let my prayer be not in vain

Allow me please to stay

I’ll never turn from You again

Believe what now I say

 

Through sleepless nights I lie awake

Not knowing of my fate

Please save me from the burning lake

I hope it’s not too late”.....

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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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