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A Father's Prayer
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Father's Prayer

“I am Your God who dwells in light

Nothing escapes my perfect sight

I am The Truth The Life The Way

I hear your thoughts and all you say


Little I care for house or car

Fine clothes to wear my thoughts are far

Yet over hills and to the west

Sits a lonely man beating his chest


Huddled in rags he knelt down cold

Speaking to me with words quite bold

“Give thought Lord to my children small”

As winter snows continue fall


No thought of self his face as flint

Though blue with cold he gave no hint

 He felt his prayer had found my ear

 When to his heart I sent some cheer


 His children warm in bed they'd lie

 No thought of dad they heard no cry

 They live so close so warm and snug

 Before each hearth a bearskin rug


With enthused thoughts great plans they share

A larger house, new clothes to wear

One decides to need a car

No thought of dad who lives not far


Though cold and damp are in his walls

Through flowing tears he humbly calls

“I know my God You’re always there

My children Lord please give a care”


 I heard his cry, I gave a care

He sits now warm, his children share

A spacious house a brand new car

For this man’s sake my thoughts weren’t far”

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Submitted: Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Last Updated: Thursday, July 28, 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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