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To Ride the Wind
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By Michael P. Johnson
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          To Ride the Wind

I’m saved O Lord, yet who’d have thought

Upon Your wind I’d ride

Your precious Gift that Jesus brought

Is burning deep inside

 

From billions! Lord, You’ve set me free

Through nought I’ve ever done

I’m grateful that a child like me

May serve Your living Son

 

To ride The Wind, how could I hope?

Your Spirit would abide?

But now the question’s how to cope?

With all this joy inside!

 

I’ve never thought like this before

Nor felt the way I do

I never knew what life was for

Until I came to You

 

Until my God, I saw The Light

Received Your brand new wine

I never thought in Christ I’d fight

Nor count Your Wind as mind

 

I felt Your glow at Jesus’ feet

Sampling there Life’s Bread

I knew The Wind, Your Healing Heat

Had raised me from the dead

 

Within Your hand I’ll never fail

I’ve now Your saving grace

Upon The Wind I’ll surely sail

Until I’ve won the race

 

For you my God, are at my side

Your Flame burns bright within

Should I now fear with You as guide?

I can’t do less than win…..

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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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