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Let Praise Be Heard
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Let Praise Be Heard


In truth I love my family dear

The few who form the bride

My neighbours too both far and near   

God’s grace would call inside


Forgive me Lord when falling short

Afford more strength to try

Through faith I claim Your true report

The love revealed on high


I pray my God sweet unity

When arms join separate ways

When peoples find true liberty

You’ll hear their heartfelt praise


In spirit will they worship You

In truth their words will rise

Each heart and soul’s perfect in view

To You alone who’s wise


You’ll hear Lord God their humble song

You’ll hear each soulful cry

Lord faithfully, You’ll right each wrong

And lift more heads on high


Cleansed innocent; they’ll raise their hands

Gladness will reach Your throne

True love will bless their arid lands

And heal their flesh and bone


In spirit Lord I seek your face

Sincere these eyes look up

With selfless love with still more grace

I pray fill now my cup


The battle’s won when loves supreme

When hate’s a bygone word

By grace beyond my sweetest dream

I know my prayer is heard..... 

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Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, January 17, 2016

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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