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I've Learned.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I've Learned


I live although I once was dead

Was bound but now I’m free

From lust within the devil’s bed

I failed The Truth to see


But by God’s grace at Jesus’ feet

I see The Way to live

I’ve learned through hate I failed to eat

The love that Christ would give


I’ve learned through thirst to seek The Well

Hidden from selfish eyes

I found God’s Truth has much to tell

That far exceeds the wise


I’ve found great strength on bended knee

Flowing from Heaven’s throne

I’ve found obedience is the key

To treasures still unknown


I’ve learned true love will open doors

Dries multitudes of tears

Reveals to God one’s many flaws

That causes most our fears


I’ve learned that age is no concern

Colour is only skin

I’ve learned when love and grace we learn

That all mankind are kin


That God’s the same as at times dawn

That Christ brings truth and light

That man can truly be reborn

And gain the gift of sight


I’ve learned religion counts to nought

That temples, crumble down

That true salvation can’t be bought

Yet faith receives a crown.....

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Submitted: Sunday, May 3, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, May 3, 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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