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Speak to the Hills
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Speak to the Hills


With peace great joy powerful love

Grace; few others have seen

I’ve hope and faith to rise above

Where life has always been


I’ll talk nor live to foolish strife

Walk valleys plagued with death

But to the hills suppressing life

I’ll speak with Heaven’s Breath


Confronting shadows here and there

Armoured from head to toe

Since Jesus’ strength is ours to share

Let’s conquer every foe


Let’s rise and shine, let’s leave behind

The wealth from Satan’s bed

Of which the fruit had warped the mind

And caused to walk as dead


Thank God for faith removing doubt

For healing of the soul

For Heaven’s grace to turn about

So love can make one whole


I’m turning from hell’s wicked ways

From shadows of the night

Leaving behind the devil’s maze

Through Heaven’s guiding Light


I’ve passed the verge of no return

So blessed and lifted up

Since giving God the filth to burn

That filled my earthen cup


For strength beyond death’s dreadful hour

Beyond its gloomy mound

I claim Christ’s blood grace and power

Will keep me safe and sound.....

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Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, January 24, 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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