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Now I Understand
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † † †Now I Understand

This child of God I thought was wise

I opened Satanís door

Like any fool believing lies

In evil charms once more

This world was once my hunting ground

All life I saw as game

Yet steeped again in sin Iím found

Confessing God my shame

Because Iíve heard Salvationís call

Because The Truth is mine

I never thought again to fall

Or drink the tempterís wine

Not fill my cup with wayward sin

Partake of selfish gain

I gave no though deceit could win

Causing Godís child such pain

Crying in jail Iím wide awake

Just as the devil planned

I so regret my sad mistake

For now! I understand

My life; I lay before You bare

To You! My God I turn

Your Spirit! Lord, I need to share

For all my filth to burn

In robes of shame I find no rest

Hellís pull I must be free

I need Your Flame within my breast

Your Light to shine in me

Before my King I humbly bow

This flesh and bone once clay

Show mercy; to Your servant now

In Jesusí name I pray.....†

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Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Last Updated: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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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