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His Cross Was Mine
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By Michael P. Johnson
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� � � His cross was mine

History speaks of Jesus Christ

But few have eyes to see

How God on earth was sacrificed?

This fallen world to free

Finding a bible on a shelf

I read it through and through

When searching deep inside myself

I knew what I must do

I saw my shame I saw The Tree

I heard The Quiet Voice

Knowing He came to set me free

I made my personal choice

To self! I chose to die; that day

To leave hell�s wayward path

To walk instead God�s righteous way

Escaping Heaven�s wrath

Clearly the cross was meant for me!

For much, I was to blame

In consequents my end would be

In hell�s eternal flame

Instead; life�s fight for me was won

Through Christ! I�m free of sin

Though earning death, for all I�d done

No grave my soul will win

Although the devil�s fate was mine

As countless souls before

The Lord drank free my cup of wine

And opened Heaven�s door

Knowing my sin, my life�s disgrace

That of Barabbas� too

Still Jesus chose to take our place

And give us life anew..�

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Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, July 30, 2018

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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