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With Thanksgiving
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By Michael P. Johnson
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With Thanksgiving


Thank God for treasures life and health

For grace through Christ on high

Salvation and Spiritual wealth

No king could ever buy


For blessings still the world unknown

For open ears and eyes

For gathering beneath His throne

Beyond the worldly wise


For walking with us hand in hand

Through valleys death and woe

For nurturing to understand

When through life’s trials we go


Thank God for hill and mountain crest

For rocky marsh bogged vales

For hope for faith so richly blessed

For storms and icy gales


We thank You for Your patients Lord

For bread for meat and wine

For blessings night and day outpoured

Through Jesus Christ divine


For talents Lord and every gift

Bestowed through Christ our King

Who’s mighty name we gladly lift

Through heartfelt songs we sing


With hope and faith of Heaven’s rest

Pure through Heaven’s Dove

We’ll overcome each trial and test

Through Jesus’ selfless love


Thank God for Jesus’ choice to die

For Calvary’s dreadful tree

For severing my every tie

For saving such as me.....

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Submitted: Thursday, October 1, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, October 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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