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Hills and Dales
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Hills and Dales


Why can’t we see what life’s about

Its mountains hills its vales

Its love its hate its faith its doubt

Its sunshine storms and gales


We’ve blessings on the heights we climb

While power’s in the vale

Partaking both from time to time

In life it’s hard to fail


Spiritual growth begins below

With water warmth and light

Yet through ice winds through hail and snow

We learn to stand and fight


Too many turn their backs on that

For which Christ Jesus died

Yet welcome’s written on the mat

Where darkness may abide


We’ll strain out gnats and minute fleas

We’ll wander to and fro

But fail to pray on bended knees

For true love’s healing flow


But yet we’ll drink of Heaven’s Springs

We’ll eat of Christ our fill

But not when God would clip our wings

According to His will


We need to turn our lives around

Seek Jesus’ saving grace

Seek out The Way to holy ground

To see The Father’s face


Through trouble; comes the strength we need

Through hardship, faith’s release

Through trials, allowing Christ to lead

We’ll reap eternal peace…..

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Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, December 27, 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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