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My Advocate
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By Michael P. Johnson
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My Advocate

 

The Lord will judge the human race

He’ll judge beings on high

In righteousness He’ll judge each case

With truth’s all seeing eye

 

The world may trust in ivory towers

In silver gold and jewels

But by God’s grace and Jesus powers

We live no more as fools

 

For those with Christ as Lord and friend

Trusting in Jesus’ name

With love, their case He will defend

However great their blame

 

The Saviour’s blood was shed for me

For me; He bore the pain

He died to save to set me free

And give me birth again

 

God’s grace will see no wayward deed

The evil that I’ve done

Since deep inside I bear life’s Seed

Through Heaven’s Lamb, God’s Son

 

He’ll see no more the filth He hates

My shameful deeds before

Closing to me hell’s yawning gates

He’ll open Heaven’s Door

 

If here and now to Christ we yield

Heeding Royal decree

We’ll find in Him our strength and shield

And eyes that truly see

 

We’ll see the majesty of Christ

We’ll see His Promised Land

The reason He was sacrificed

We’ll live and understand.....


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Submitted: Monday, February 2, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, February 2, 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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