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Growing Cold
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Growing Cold

 

Lost is the love I had at first

Growing cold is life’s desire

I know I should have driving thirst

To reach what I require

 

I never thought that this could be

Life’s Fire burned so bright

But now The Way is hard to see

I miss Your Guiding Light

 

I’ve heard and seen it oft before

Backsliders aren’t so rare

I need to be salvation sure

And spend more time in prayer

 

But Lord its hard to seek Your face

Much harder day by day

I feel so lost and in disgrace

Please help me find The Way

 

A little here a trifle there

The worldly fruit looks sweet

Until I feel I’ve lost life’s share

At Jesus’ nail pierced feet

 

Restore my faith Your true desire

Let peace and joy be mine

Rekindle deep inside Your Fire

And cure till Your design

 

You know my heart You know my name

How oft I’ve done You wrong

Forgive my sin remove my shame

Allow me sing life’s song

 

That I might sing again Your praise

Declare Your grace and love

Allow my blessed remaining days

Be service to above.....


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Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, April 6, 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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