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A Vision from God
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I saw a rose, crystal clear

In hands tender and meek

Two lips I saw, drew then near

Warmly touching my cheek


I saw the lips, caress the rose

Then fingers, gently touch

But now I know, I don't suppose

I felt it all too much


I lay awake, I hadn't dreamed

This sight was all too real

When drops of dew, on petals gleamed

A presence! I could feel


Then all around, was brilliant light

I saw more dewdrops cling

Tingling I felt with sheer delight

I thought my heart would sing


My room grew bright till all aglow

Again, that glint of dew

The meaning I may never know

But the rose I saw was You!


Your glory! Lord, was clear to see

Pink candy floss, it seemed

So thick, so dense, surrounding me

I marvelled how it gleamed


This vision Lord You truly sent

A rose, in splendid bloom

But still it's You with whom I spent

That time inside my room


Lord thank you, for Your warm embrace

I'm grateful for Your touch

Through kisses, on Your servant's face

My soul; You blessed so much.....Michael P. Johnson

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Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Last Updated: Thursday, November 9, 2017

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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