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Nothing Of Good
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Nothing Of Good


Nothing of good was mine before

Evil in word and deed

Until I opened up my door

To life’s eternal Seed


The Truth was clear The Way made free

Toward The Promised Land

The voice of Love was calling me

To take me by the hand


I saw The Lamb who chose to die

Could see life’s living Stream

The Son of God who rose on high

To reign as King supreme


Beyond the realm of countless tears

Beyond earth’s skies of blue

Above the source of doubts and fears

Will soar His Chosen Few


Seeking to be amongst them Lord

To reach my unseen Goal

With all my God I could afford

I prayed to save my soul


You heard the cry, a sinner’s plea

You saw a heart sincere

Quite suddenly on bended knee

The facts were crystal clear


You’re faithful Lord in every way

Your Word is always true

Even to me filthy astray

You’ve given birth anew


Not for the goodness ever done

Nor any righteous thought

But by the grace of Christ Your Son

And trusting His report.....

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Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, December 12, 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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