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The Promise.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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             The Promise.....

To God, I prayed I'm incomplete

Please hear Your servant's cry

He made a way for me to meet

A treasure none can buy

 

Unequalled by the brightest star

Or glistening morning dew

This jewel God brought me from afar

Is no-one else but You

 

Inside my heart began to glow

These eyes could only stare

My cup was filled to overflow

When first I felt You there

 

How could my soul more love endure?

My heart began to race

Through Christ, You are a gift so pure

A measure of His grace

 

Through You; I see The Father's plan

Through You; I feel His touch

As precious gift to mortal man

I love so very much

 

Be in my smile, the tears I weep

Be in the songs I sing

Be in this heart I give to keep

With all the love You bring

 

Such love I had no hope to find

Emotions flood my heart

Through You, this child's no longer blind

From death, I'll take no part

 

I fear no more the coming wrath

Both You and I agree

So we can walk God's chosen path

That through Your eyes I see.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, November 27, 2017

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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