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Make Me Real Lord
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Make Me Real Lord

Make me real Lord make me real

That I be not the devilís fool

While at Your feet in prayer I kneel

Make this child Your humble tool

You called me Lord I know not why

Nothingís good Iíve ever done

For countless things Iíd surely die

If not for Jesus Your Son

Iíll try my God to do my best

Now Heaven shines within

I pray Your Flame will do the rest

Purging every part of sin

With Fire; use Your Launders Soap†††††††††† †Mal.3:2

Consume all sinful shame

Loveís grace, through faith has brought such hope

To glorify Yourí name

Unchain me Lord from all thatís fake

From filth the devil sent

Each evil thought each sad mistake

Now humbly I repent

Lifeís Comforter is always there

Raising me when I fall

Through precious love through tender care

I feel Iím ten feet tall

I see the change since grace first came

Since first I felt loveís touch

No longer is my life the same

Youíve taught this child so much

So make me real reform with love

Lifeís Way make crystal clear

Prepare me Lord for life above

Whilst serving You down hereÖ..


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Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, October 29, 2012

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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