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Creation In Tears.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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My wayward soul was plain to see

In filth, I walked as dead

How could You Lord have still loved me?

Shameless in Satan’s bed


My lover was the devil then

With him was life such fun

With him, I lived right up till when

I heard about Your Son


I heard The Truth and saw The Way

How thrilled I felt inside

When all at once I heard Him say

For me, He came and died


I thought my God how could it be

However, could He know?

How could my Saviour even see?

When dying long ago


But now I know before my birth

You’ve known my chosen path

You knew the life I’d live on earth

Would lead me to Your wrath


Nothing I’d say or ever do

Could win a place above

Nothing could change my selfish view

Short of undying love


I know that love and know its mine

I know because of grace

My Saviour’s blood was poured like wine

That I may see Your face


I thank my God my Lord and King

I’ll thank You all The Way

I’ll sing Your praise for everything

Forever and a day.....

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Submitted: Friday, January 12, 2018

Last Updated: Sunday, January 14, 2018

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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