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Here Am I
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Here Am I

 

Like Samuel had done before

Hearing Your voice on high

I too lay wide my spirit’s door

And answered “Here am I”

 

I came my God You touched my soul

You purged my sinful heart

Through Jesus’ blood making me whole

You gave a brand new start

 

So Lord my God Your servant’s here

Respectful blessed and still

Waiting in reverent fear

To hear and do Your will

 

Here am I at Your command

Delighted to be free

Exalted in my Saviour’s hand

For all the world to see

 

I’m here within the strength You give

The wondrous love You share

Willing to serve help others live

Through Jesus everywhere

 

I’m here through Christ to give my all

I’m here through Jesus’ blood

I’m here to stand though others fall 

Living The way I should

 

I’m here prepared to walk and run

Where ere my God would send

To lift the name of Christ Your Son

Until my very end                  

 

Thank God I’m safe through Heaven’s Breath

With endless guarantee

But for a while I may face death

Until it bends it’s knee..... 


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Submitted: Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Last Updated: Wednesday, August 10, 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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