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Grace Calling
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Grace Calling

 

We realize when things go wrong

We feel inside and see

We know we nowhere else belong

Than kneeling at The Tree

 

The Tree of Life, Salvation’s Root

The Tree that shook the world

Yielding for God the sweetest fruit

Grace selflessly unfurled

 

For selfless is Jehovah’s Son

Salvation’s guiding Light

Through whom creation was begun

Through whom we’ll win life’s fight

 

Still stretching forth those arms out wide

Once nailed upon the tree

Calling sinners to come inside

Calling to you and me

 

Calling His sheep from every land

Whispering love and grace

Touching with His nail pierced hand

Regardless of their race

 

It takes a push perhaps a fall

Torment trouble and strife

Before we hear our Saviour call

Before we change in life

 

Through faith to Christ our knees will bend

Through faith we see life’s cure

Through faith we learn to comprehend

His love will all endure

 

But change we must before death’s dawn

Through groans through sweat and tears

Before the angel blows his horn

And Christ once more appears.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, March 31, 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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