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How Can I Tell.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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     How Can I Tell.....

Attracted by hunger of gold!

The source of glittering light

The world the truth should now be told

That she’ll regain her sight

 

But this is where the troubles start!

Believing all is well

Deceived through darkness in her heart

Whilst on the road to hell

 

What can I do for those astray?

What words should has one speak?

How can I show this world The Way?

Whilst still myself am weak?

 

So God can graft more in The Vine

Without demonic weed

I need serve Salvation’s Wine

I need plant good seed

 

I must recall my life of shame

Whilst treading sinful ground

Before The Saviour bore my blame

Before true grace was found

 

What would I say what would I do?

If I myself; would save!

If I should lead to birth anew

To spare from hell and grave

 

I first must take a look inside

Myself; I need to see

Is Jesus’ gospel mine to hide?

Is this; why now I’m free?

 

I need to rise let Jesus shine

Life’s work in love begin

The world must know Christ’s grace is mine

That life lost souls may win.....

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Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Last Updated: Tuesday, September 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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