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By Michael P. Johnson
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We travel down life’s gruelling road

Depressed with aching heart

Upon our back some heavy load

Keeps tearing us apart

 

Behind a mask we seek to hide

From those we tend to meet

So on and on we’ll walk with pride

Admitting no defeat

 

How oft we find we can’t go on

Our burdens wax too grave

It’s then we turn to Christ God’s Son

Our precious soul to save

 

It’s hard to walk life’s path alone

Helpless without a guide

Needing Jesus Life’s Corner Stone

Love’s Fire to burn inside

 

Life comes to those in Satan’s jail

To those still lost and blind

Bringing to light what makes us fail

That dulls one’s sinful mind

 

Yet others walk far worse for ware

With heads stuck in the sand

Who’ll show them love, reveal they care?

Who’ll lend a helping hand?

 

Who’ll help to break demonic chains?

Who’ll heed The Master call

Who’ll seek The Lord their lives to change

And help them not to fall

 

Pouring on wounds love’s oil and wine?  Lk.10:34

Fending off Satan’s horde

God sees such acts as love divine

And gives His just reward...... 


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Submitted: Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, January 14, 2015

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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