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Tears of Fear
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By Michael P. Johnson
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       Tears of fear

Inside my heart, it’s pouring; down

Most every day it’s rain

But always, like a circus clown

I paint a smile again

 

When all alone though in a crowd

I’ll stand with head held high

I’ll smile a while, I’ll laugh out loud

But in my heart I cry

 

I cry when others dance and sing

I cry because I know

Through sin I’ve left my Lord and King

With no-where else to go

 

To Christ I was a precious jewel

Each day was such a thrill

Until one day just like a fool

I turned from Zion Hill

 

I’m too ashamed to say just why

Far too ashamed to tell

But this I know if I should die!

I’d find myself in hell

 

Can you my friend not pray for me?

Pray God would end my pain

Would through His love once more agree-

To take me back again

 

There’s no excuse for me; my friend

To God I cannot lie

Knowing The Truth! I can’t pretend

I’m so afraid to die

 

In torment nights, I lie awake

In dread I rise each day

Forever soon I’ll face the lake

So please my friend please pray.....

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Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 12, 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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