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Work Things Out
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Work Things Out


Trouble and strife’s scattered around

When will my problems cease?

Where is the answer to be found?

How can I find some peace?


Who can relieve this tortured mind?

How can I end my plight?

How can anxious nerves unwind?

How can I sleep at night


So many times I’ve wished to die?

Crying such bitter tears

But still the pressures multiply

Bringing doubts and fears


Why is my life festooned with stress?

Why do I find no ease?

Could it be sin I must confess?

To God upon my knees


Is it that simple is it so plain?

Can Jesus ease my soul?

Can Jesus take away this pain?

Could Heaven be my goal?


So here I kneel right here right now

A wretch bound up in sin

To You Lord God I humbly bow

That I be cleansed within


Praying is awfully strange my God

Yet now that I’ve begun

My bowing here is not as odd

As other things I’ve done


I pray forgive this selfish child

Please hear my troubled plea

Allow me to be reconciled

And grant new birth to me.....

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Submitted: Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, June 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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