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Not for Sale
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Not for Sale


My soul was steeped in total shame

My heart was dark as night

Until my God the day You came

And bathed this child in Light

What was it Lord in me Youíd seen?

Why is it that You came?

Why make this wretched sinner clean?

By taking all the blame?

My God I fail to understand

Just why Youíve chosen me

It must be that You had it planned

For how else could it be?

For now I walk with Christ Your Son

This child, whoís least of all

Nothing Iíve said nothing Iíve done

Could merit such a call

The parting of the mighty sea

Was such an awesome deed

Yet what You did in saving me

May even all exceed

You gave me all Iíve ever yearned

Salvation through and through

What canít be bought nor ever earned

Was given free by You

Accept my God this song of praise

Receive Your servantís life

Allow me sing eternal days

As Jesus humble wife

Lifeís precious gift is Yours to give

To all in Christ who serve

Oh Lord my God that I may live

Is more than I deserve.....

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Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011

Last Updated: Saturday, July 23, 2011

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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