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God, Oh, God
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By Michael P. Johnson
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God, Oh, God

I’m walking back towards The Light

I see The Truth at last

It’s been a long and painful fight

But now it’s in the past


I see my God because of love

Because of saving grace

Your gift of faith to cry above

To seek my Father’s face


You know my heart the way I feel

The secrets of my soul

You know I know my God is real

That life is now my goal


I’m sorry that I went astray

Like fools errant and blind

Through selfishness I left The Way

Leaving The Truth behind


Wallowing in filthy mire

Where angels fear to go

I’d crave I’d thirst even require

To drink the putrid flow


For gain, I sought the foreign shores

Through lust I closed my eyes

Knocking on hell’s most filthy doors

Until I saw the lies


I turned my back on things You hate

Repented selfish sin

Again I’m calling at Your Gate

Allow this fool back in


My only hope is Christ Your Son

Upon love’s grace I stand

Forgive the web of evil spun

Please take me in Your hand.....

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Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, October 30, 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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