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Whatever Comes
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Whatever Comes

 

When darkness whiles when shadows dance

While devils sing their songs

With heart full praise I’ll raise my glance

To where my soul belongs

 

Though pain though torment cause affray

Trouble invades my night

No doubt will cause to lead astray

The soul that seeks The Light

 

No wealth or fame will cause to swerve

Nor vanities to sway

With heart and soul my God I’ll serve

Walking His chosen way

 

Have I to dread this world’s alarms?

From irritants to hide!

While safe within Salvation’s arms

God’s promises reside

 

Ailments may cause to while in bed

Demons may run amok

Satan could raise his ugly head

But I am on The Rock

 

I know in whom I have believed

God knows in whom I trust

I know The Spirit I’ve received

Will raise me from the dust

 

Regardless what this world may share

What darkness may afford

What fortune can with God compare?

What’s life without The Lord?

 

Through hills through vales we children learn

God’s will to understand

Nothing; no one can cause concern

Within Christ Jesus’ hand…..


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Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, December 17, 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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