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For Those Yet Lost
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By Michael P. Johnson
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For Those Yet Lost

 

The sun rises the sky is blue

Sweetness fills the air

Another day to praise anew

The One who’s love we share

 

Your love for man is so immense

Treasures are everywhere

Although life’s storms may blow intense

We seek Your face in prayer

 

Though Jesus lives, man’s faith is weak

Devils are all around

Afford Your grace others to seek

The Way to higher ground

 

The night draws nigh the day’s far spent

Through Christ we hear and see

Still many fail who must repent

So hear our lowly plea

 

Humbly we seek your face O Lord

Beneath Salvation’s flow

To help us wield life’s righteous sword

Against the common foe

 

Forgive the wayward things we’ve done

The foolish things we do

Replenish faith through Christ Your Son

With hope to live with You

 

Believing Lord the things we’ve heard

Consume our filthy shame

Impossible; is not a word

When calling on Your name

 

To You O God alone we turn

To You we bend our knee

As offerings all self to burn

Your face one day to see……. 


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Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, December 7, 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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