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I Can't Forget
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I Can't Forget


I can’t forget He died for me

I can’t forget He lives

I can’t forget on bended knee

How much He loves and gives


I can’t forget He too is there

When quiet in my room

When in regret, when in despair

He’ll vanquish tears of gloom


I can’t forget the little things

The miracles He’s done

The feeling that the presence brings

Victories sought and won


Imagining my life before

Remembering the tears

The day Christ opened Heaven’s Door

And vanquished stressful fears


I can’t forget the crown of thorn

The holes in hands and feet

The privilege to be reborn

To join my God’s elite


Should I not praise Him all my days?

Should I to Him not pray?

Seek to alter my selfish ways

And serve Him whilst I may


I can’t forget the day He came

When first I saw The Light

Bringing such peace, taking may shame

Ending my wayward flight


With Heaven’s silver gold and jewels

Treasures none can afford

I can’t behave like blinded fools

I can’t forget my Lord.....

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Submitted: Sunday, February 21, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, February 22, 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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