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My Soul Is Free
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By Michael P. Johnson
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My Soul Is Free

 

The pain for her was far too great

Too much this time to hide

She cried, “There’s no more time to wait”

That I should come inside

 

“My child, I have so much to tell

So much with you to share

Although your mother’s not too well

I’m not too sick to care”

 

She smiled at me winking her eye

“It’s good you’re here today

It won’t be long before I die

Take heed what now I say”

 

Quick the bible was in her hand

Slowly she read from John

“Now try my child to understand

Let Heaven’s will be done”

 

How come; I thought is she not sad?

What could my mother know?

That even death could make her glad?

Would bring her eyes to glow?

 

I asked if she was not afraid

Her smile began to grow

She said, “Through Christ my debt is paid

To Him I’m glad to go

 

Although this flesh may see the grave

My soul! in Christ is free

You too my Saviour came to save

So you can live, like me”

 

Right then I knew, I’d been so blind

But now The Truth I see

God’s word had touched, had blown my mind

True love had set me free..... 

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Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, October 14, 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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