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We're Not Alone
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By Michael P. Johnson
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           We're Not Alone.

Like all before, she had a choice

To whom her knee would bend

But when she heard His quiet voice

She knew she'd found a friend

 

He loved her though her heart was wrong

When sin yet held her blind

But now in love she sings her song

Since Jesus changed her mind

 

Her heart is right her soul is free

Her mind is fixed above

Her eyes the truth of life can see

Through Jesus' selfless love

 

Inside she feels Salvation's flow

Gone; all doubts and fears

Praying, she feels the warmest glow

Shedding sweet joyful tears

 

Although alone within her house

Though arduous years she's spent

Though middle aged without a spouse

She serves her Lord content

 

For though she lives yet on her own

Amidst the maddening crowd

No longer does she feel alone

Since Jesus love endowed

 

Ecstatic wearing a shining gown

A smile upon her face

Upon her head, life's golden crown

And God's eternal grace

 

Daily abroad her voice is heard

The world can hear her sing

With joy dispensing Heaven's Word

From life's eternal Spring.....

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Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013

Last Updated: Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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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