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My God, You Heard Me.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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     My God, You Heard me.....

You heard my God my prayer above

The songs in tears I’d sing

You’ve raised this wretch through perfect love

To serve my Lord and King

 

You took my shame made me Your child

Gave peace to heart and soul

Through Christ Your Lamb I’m reconciled

And by Your grace made whole

 

Nothing’s too hard for You to do

Creation’s in Your hand

Through Jesus’ blood now born anew

I’ve hope to walk Your land

 

The land You promised in Your Word

The Key to Heaven’s Door

Through faith I’ve hope from facts I’ve heard

To reap as those before

 

At first I failed to think You real

Your Word was less than true

Even the time I came to kneel

When first I spoke to You

 

But then my God I felt Your Flame

I felt death’s knife depart

I felt how life was not the same

As Jesus changed my heart

 

But then I though it wouldn’t last

The joy would drift and fail

That peace would leave as in the past

Exiled in Satan’s jail

 

Through grace, I see the devil’s lies

Through Heaven’s Lamb divine

Christ’s love has opened wide these eyes

That love that now is mine..…

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Submitted: Monday, March 4, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, March 4, 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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