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I Thousght I Was a Christian
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I Thought I Was a Christian


I thought I was a Christian when

I joined my church’s choir

I thought I was a Christian then

I saw I failed The Fire


In some I saw amazing grace

In others peace and joy

The aura in the smiling face

Of still a mere boy


Strange! I thought how could this be?

How faces so could shine?

God in others was plain to see

But what was seen in mine?


Jealousy touched my aching soul

My heart was filled with zeal

Could someone help me to my goal?

Could something make me real?


Quick the bible I took to hand

Reading it day and night

Praying The Lord would understand

Would send His Guiding Light


I asked The Lord would show The Way

I asked Him what to do

Hoping like all the rest one day

I’d learn to serve Him too


God saw my heart my eager mind

He heard my fervent prayer

He saw my faith my zeal to find

The facts of life to share


So many years have come and gone

Though more is my desire

I’m serving God through Christ His Son

And singing in the choir…..

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Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, October 6, 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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