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My God, You Heard Me.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † †My God, You Heard me.....

You heard my God my prayer above

The songs in tears Iíd sing

Youíve raised this wretch through perfect love

To serve my Lord and King

You took my shame made me Your child

Gave peace to heart and soul

Through Christ Your Lamb Iím reconciled

And by Your grace made whole

Nothingís too hard for You to do

Creationís in Your hand

Through Jesusí blood now born anew

Iíve hope to walk Your land

The land You promised in Your Word

The Key to Heavenís Door

Through faith Iíve hope from facts Iíve heard

To reap as those before

At first I failed to think You real

Your Word was less than true

Even the time I came to kneel

When first I spoke to You

But then my God I felt Your Flame

I felt deathís knife depart

I felt how life was not the same

As Jesus changed my heart

But then I though it wouldnít last

The joy would drift and fail

That peace would leave as in the past

Exiled in Satanís jail

Through grace, I see the devilís lies

Through Heavenís Lamb divine

Christís love has opened wide these eyes

That love that now is mine..Ö

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Submitted: Monday, March 4, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, March 4, 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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