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To Die Alone.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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         To Die Alone.....

At times we think we had it all

One’s race in life is won

Until we stand against the wall

Without God's Lamb & Son

 

The hand of Christ was not in mine

Unknown! The God who cares

I’d drank of Satan’s rich sweet wine

And sampled most his wares

 

But who on earth could help me now?

What force, could set me free?

I’d heard one’s knee, to Christ should bow

If evil were to flee

 

But what if now! This fool should die?

Once God shuts tight life’s gate?

Would then I rise to God on high?

Or will hell’s flame await?

 

Such thoughts, I’d never known before

Such fear, in flesh and bone

Never to enter Heaven’s door

If I should die alone

 

I knew; I had to make a choice

I’d have to make a stand

I raised to God a silent voice

“Please take this child in hand”

 

Though still my thoughts were laced with doubt

I knew my heart was right

I knew if God was there about

He’d help me win the fight

 

Such joy, began to flood my soul

Within my heart grew peace

I know this love making me whole

Through Christ, will never cease.....

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Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

Last Updated: Friday, February 15, 2013

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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