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Yet Even Now
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By Michael P. Johnson
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          Yet Even Now 

What is this life without Your love?

Without my God on high

That when my eyes can’t search above

I feel as though I’ll die

 

What is this life when void of peace?

When hope has ceased to be

What’s left to do when tears increase?

And eyes no love can see

 

When trust has ventured out the door

When prayer is in decline

When worship’s left Salvation’s shore

And faith is no more mine

 

What is this life when grace I fail?

When day and night seem one

When pessimism drops its veil

Replacing hope long gone

 

What’s left to do but sit and weep?

Meander to and fro

Recalling nights of blissful sleep

Within Salvation’s flow

 

When heart and soul were in Your hand

When victory songs I’d sing

When love within was in command

And Jesus was Lord and King

 

Many in life reduced to tears

Have faced the great unknown

While Heaven’s Truth throughout the years

Has changed ones heart of stone

 

Few still believe You’re always near

With love with grace to give

That even now you’ll take one’s fear

Giving hope faith to live.....

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Submitted: Saturday, August 3, 2013

Last Updated: Saturday, August 3, 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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