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The Night Breeze
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Night Breeze


I sought for truth I found The Light

Received Salvation’s Dove

Upon the breeze one awesome night

I felt the arms of love


My unleashed soul could only shout

Deliverance was my gain

Immediately the end of doubt

Had broken every chain


Now God Himself is at my side

His Holy Ghost within

The devil’s got no place to hide

His secrete stash of sin


Feeling Salvation’s kiss of life

The sweet caress of peace

I knew at once as Jesus’ wife

This joy would never cease


So full of love upon my knees

Worshipping Christ in song

I know God’s Spirit in the breeze

Had come to right my wrong


Now on my head’s a golden crown

My hand bears Jesus’ ring

Wearing my priceless wedding gown

How can my heart not sing?


I feel His love His righteous Flame

I see The Truth first hand

I’ll walk lifting up Jesus’ name

Until The Promised Land


Upon the breeze I’ll journey on

On eagle’s wing I’ll fly

Until the day my battle’s won

Above this clouded sky....

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Submitted: Sunday, May 24, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, May 26, 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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