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Together Crucified.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Upon a cross ruthlessly nailed  

With truth before my eyes

With You my God I was impaled

So with You Lord, I’ll rise


For me, You suffered so much pain

As no one has before

That I through faith when born again

May enter Heaven’s door


The gift of faith was given me

With hope to call my own

That I may live accordingly

Without a heart of stone


I heard Your call Your quiet voice

Your great compassion’s true

Through so much love I made my choice

Eternity with You


You are The Truth that set me free

Love’s Lamb who freely died

In who’s image created me

That cannot be denied


How can I like a fool suppose

Through life selfish to run

Then steeped in shame my eyes to close

Thinking Your will was done


For all of Yours is mine Lord

Your love great strength and care

How can I think I could afford

The devil’s bed to share


Oh no my God, hell’s lust has gone

I will not live a lie

Through faith in Christ Your Lamb & Son

I’m living not to die.....

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Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2018

Last Updated: Sunday, March 11, 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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