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From Garbage
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By Michael P. Johnson
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From Garbage

 

It fluttered in the breeze one day

From garbage on the street

“TO ENDLESS LIFE”, Please walk this way

Come sit at Jesus feet

 

Turning the paper in my hand

I read the other side

That God would lead to understand

Why Jesus came and died

 

Of course at first I had to smile

The bible’s just a book

But after thinking for a while

I thought I’d take a look

 

The tract had said, begin at John

Allow God’s Spirit flow

But reading of God’s Lamb God’s Son

I couldn’t let it go

 

I saw The Lamb I watched Him bleed

I saw The King divine

I saw in Christ Salvation’s Seed

And saw that life was mine

 

It’s mine; because my life was turned

Repenting all my shame

I felt the love I’d always yearned

And knew His awesome name

 

’Twas just a scrap of paper there

As countless times before

But now I saw God everywhere

Where nothing was before

 

I’m saved I’m free so blessed I’ll stay

Through Christ my Lord & friend

I’ll walk with Him life’s narrow Way

Until the very end.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, July 28, 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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