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Where Streets Are Gold
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Where Streets Are Gold

 

Thanks be to God for giving me

The keys to life and love

For suffering to set me free

To join Him high above

 

It’s wonderful to have no doubt

To have these eyes to see

Knowing what life is all about

And what is soon to be

 

Looking forward through Heaven’s Door

Beyond life’s crucial fight

To health, to wealth to spoils of war

And promised robe of white

 

I’ll see The Lord I’ll see my King

I’ll see The Christ divine

I’ll hear His voice and angels sing

Eternal life is mine

 

Joyful I’ll see The Promised Land

I’ll see those arms held wide

I’ll see the holes take hold His hand

And enter side by side             

 

I’ll hear my name ring loud and clear

Hear my God’s “Well done”

Heaven will sing “We’re pleased you’re here

With all your battles won”

 

I’ll jump I’ll shout I’ll sing and dance

I’ll sit at Jesus’ feet

Thanking my God for this romance

Making my joy complete

 

I’ll see the saints who’ve gone before

Meet Peter, Paul and John

I’ll thank The Lamb who made me pure

Bright as the noon day sun.....


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Submitted: Friday, August 5, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, August 5, 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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