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You Saw Me
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By Michael P. Johnson
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You Saw Me

 

You saw me Lord still running scared

Still skulking round with fear

Not knowing if You lived or cared

Not knowing Truth was near

 

You saw my tears in the rain

My soul sodden with shame

My heart lamenting hell’s refrain

Yet still You called my name

 

I heard my God but paid no heed

Believing all was well

Till someone gave Your book to read

Showing my way was hell

 

Revealing hell and Heaven true

The devil realm is real

What sinners through Your Son can do?

To win life’s great appeal

 

I did my God what’s written there

To Christ I bent my knee

Learning He chose my shame to bear

By dying on The Tree

 

I’m free my God through Christ Your Son

I’m saved through blood divine

Through love my worldly battle’s won

And endless life is mine

 

I live I live but not in dread

But full of joy unknown

No longer am I walking dead

Filthy and all alone

 

I’m cleansed by grace through Jesus pure

I’m rich beyond compare

I’ve strength such peace to all endure

And all Heaven to share.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Last Updated: Tuesday, August 9, 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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