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Witnessing
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Witnessing

 

They stood witnessing in the street

Their lives in Christ anew

Preaching of love at Jesus’ feet

And what remains to do

 

It’s good to hear when other’s share

“God touched my heart today”

I loved their songs, their childlike prayers

Whilst I was on my way

 

It’s such a thrill God’s Truth to hear

His praises flood the land

See Christians dance, raise joyous cheer

Others to understand

 

Pleasure I saw on each their face

Within their legs a spring

Speaking of Christ, of Heaven’s grace

I felt my heart take wing

 

Till then, of God I gave no thought

No need of Christ and yet

It’s through their fruit, this fish was caught

Firm in The Saviour’s net

 

How strange to think I gave no fight

No struggle to be free

Instead, I felt utter delight

As life came into me

 

Now truth is mine, I’ve open eyes

I’ve answered Heaven’s call

I too must now evangelise

And bring God’s Word to all

 

Through Jesus’ blood I’m born anew

Perfectly safe and sound

Now on the street I’ve joined the few

So others may be found..…

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Submitted: Thursday, November 8, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, November 8, 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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