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Fill this Cup
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By Michael P. Johnson
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          Fill this Cup

“Oh Lord, the world’s in deep despair

I seek Your face on high

There’s drought and famine everywhere

And starving, children die


Make me; a cup on Zion hill

A basket full of bread

That all who come may eat their fill

And rise up from the dead


For greater things You said they’ll do –Jn.14:12

Who walk the path of Light –Jn.14:12

Who through Your word are born-anew

Whose sin has taken flight


You’ve washed me clean broke all hell’s chains

You gave to me life’s Seed

Deep in my heart Your love now reigns

Without demonic weed


Lord all You have I know is mine

Your promises are true –Eph.3:6

So fill this cup with Heaven’s wine

Allow me serve the few


Pour forth Your living Light inside

Divide Your choicest meat

That from this basket open wide

The lost may come to eat


The glory Lord is Yours alone

Such grace will flow though me

If through this pot of flesh and bone

Life’s Truth blind eyes may see


If from within new life You’ll pour

So those yet dead receive

So those yet lost find Heaven’s Door

And through this cup believe..…

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Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, December 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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