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There Must Be More.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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There must be more.....

There must be more to life than this

Like most, Id thought before

This world has much and yet I miss

What no one has in store

I knew not what I had to find

Nor where Id need to seek

At times, it seemed my eyes were blind

My flesh, fragile and weak

For truth I searched both far and wide

But still I found no peace

The days of pain, the nights I cried

When would the torment cease?

As nought, Id count possessions found

Just worthless things that fade

Id walked on so called holy ground

But found it all man made

I crossed the deep, climbed mountains high

Flew high above the cloud

Till one day lost, began to cry

To God, my head I bowed

At once, these eyes, The Truth could see

A sight that raised my soul

I saw Gods Lamb upon the tree

And knew Id found my goal

My search till then, had brought but loss

But when I looked inside

My soul joined Jesus on the cross

In truth once more I cried

I heard His voice, whilst crying there

Ive seen and known your quest

For me, youve searched most everywhere

Now come my child and rest..

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Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, November 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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