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By Michael P. Johnson
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Seeking contentment running wild

Choosing demonic ways

Remember when depressed my child

You tried to end your days


Remember when you cried and cried

And seldom failed to groan

So many times you sought to hide

When feeling all alone


 Remember when you thought me dead

You thought my Son a lie

The wayward foolish life you led

And only felt to die


Remember when your life was cursed

Your heart was plagued with fear

You felt your very soul would burst

But help was ever near


Remember when you called my name?

When bound in deep despair 

You felt the burden of your shame

And thought I didn’t care


Remember when my grace arrived

When Truth your life revealed

When love restored which was deprived

And death began to yield


Remember when in place of sin

When Light caressed your soul

When Heaven’s Fire came within?

And Jesus made you whole


I loved you then I love you now

Of this you can be sure

I’ll bless you as you hold the plough

And help you to endure….. 

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Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, October 3, 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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