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Touching The Heart Of Love......
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By Michael P. Johnson
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When looking back from whence I came

Down hell’s most tempting course

Living a sordid life of shame

Without any remorse


Until the day in such despair

Falling on bended knees

To Heaven, I raised my stare

My aching heart to ease


Amazingly a thought was heard

My soul began to glow

Was that of God was that His word?

Questions began to flow


Seeking for answers where how why?

Again I sought above

I knew I’d reached my goal on high

Touching The heart of Love


The heart of all Heaven’s glory

Of Jesus Christ divine

The core of life’s awesome story

Always and ever mine


How I knew it, how, why it came

Perhaps I’ll never know

But faith began revealing shame

When Wind began to blow


Fire was falling everywhere

From Heaven not a word

But then my tongue was loosed to share

A language never heard


When Jesus touch embraced my face

Power caressed my mind

I felt God’s love His hand of grace

Healing these eyes once blind.....

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Submitted: Friday, June 8, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, June 9, 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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