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Riding the Wind
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By Michael P. Johnson
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       Riding the Wind

Through blood refined I’ve angst nor doubt

Though much of self must die

Alone; I’d live a life of drought

And like a desert dry!

 

But now in Christ just like a bird

I’ll glide upon the wing

And where The Truth may still be heard

I’ll raise my voice to sing

 

I’ll sing my song to those yet lost

Within the devil’s claws

It matters not how high the cost

For all I have is Yours

 

I’m Yours to use where ere the need

I’m Yours in Jesus’ hand

Upon The Wind, Your Holy Steed

I’ll ride at Your command

 

If You can use this humble child

This child of flesh and bone

Until the lost are reconciled

I’ll serve but You alone

 

For You alone have shown true love

Upon that dreadful tree

Until with crown I’m found above

My God can count on me

 

How much I love with You to fly

Upon Your Wind to soar

Until Your glory fills the sky

I’ll fight life’s holy war

 

Could be I’ll stumble now and then

With You! I’ll never fall

So at my post I’ll stand till when

I hear my Saviour’s call…..

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Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, December 16, 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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