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By Michael P. Johnson
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I thank my God for liberty

From Satan’s scheming lies

Though born a slave, I’m dying free

With Jesus to arise


I’m dying freely day and night

Though still I’m soaring high

Within the realm of Heaven’s Light

Where eagles cannot fly


I’m dying so my God can live

Within this soul once dead

I’m dying, that my God can give

True life through Living Bread


Dying by choice to wanton lust

Dying to live for Christ

That true to God this tent of dust

Be truly sacrificed


For as I die my daily death

I live to Christ above

Serving the One who gives me breathe

And such undying love


It may sound strange it may sound odd

I’m dying for my life

I’m dying so my Lord and God

Can choose me as His wife


It’s not a hoax it’s not a lie

Its not that I’m a fool

I choose to live that I may die

So Christ inside can rule


Can rule within can rule without

So life’s not lived in vain

So that there be no room for doubt

I live to live again.....

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Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, July 28, 2018

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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