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Through Jesus' Eyes
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Through Jesus' Eyes



 



Where are your thoughts alone at night?



When will your soul find peace?



Why does your flesh persist to fight?



When will the tension cease?



 



When disappointment floods the mind



When sadness wears a crown



When life’s long road seems so unkind



Defences crumble down



 



Fortresses crumble wall by wall



Replacing faith with doubt



Idle we sit watching them fall



While souls grow weak through drought



 



Although we’ve heard that Heaven’s true



God’s Ghost comes in flame



We disregard the filth we do



Along hell’s road of shame



 



Still some may see through Jesus’ eyes



Once knowledge sets them free



Wisdom reveals satanic lies



And death will bend it’s knee



 



Let Heaven end hell’s evil flood



Let faith life’s hope revive



Let Jesus wash us in His blood



And cause love’s cause to thrive



 



We’ll see our neighbours near and far



We’ll know! God reigns on high



We’ll know God’s Son, The Morning Star



The Lamb who chose to die



 



While Truth reveals the facts first hand



We’ll witness unknown love



We’ll walk with Christ and understand



Eternity above.....  



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Submitted: Thursday, January 22, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, January 23, 2015

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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