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God's
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By Michael P. Johnson
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God's

 

 

God's secret things

The devil’s here, and he’ll deceive

Each chance to him we give

God’s secret things, most don’t believe

And yet we hope to live

 

Before I’d sought the higher ground

Before God set me free

Before this child was truly found

My eyes had failed to see

 

For nought of Christ had been revealed

Still drunk from Satan’s wine

God’s secret things were still concealed

His Spirit wasn’t mine

 

It wasn’t strength, or human might

Nor was it man’s decree

By grace! My spirit saw The Light

When once I’d bent the knee

 

The promise I should never die

The promise of His love

The Promise came from God on high

Fulfilled in Jesus’ Dove

 

The Counsellor, God’s cleansing Flame

The Holy Ghost is real

Salvation’s Gift, in Jesus’ name

Inside, this child could feel

 

Through Him, we walk The Righteous Way

In Him, the truth is clear

Through Him we’ll face The Judgement Day

Without a jot of fear

 

But till we pray, for God to send

His Gift to you and I

There’s just no way to comprehend

We’ll always wonder why???..…


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Submitted: Thursday, December 6, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, October 17, 2016

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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