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By Michael P. Johnson
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That I be found as golden wheat

Equipped for life’s great fight

From Jesus’ hand allow me eat

And fill my cup with Light


Within my soul let grace be found

Let darkness raise her veil

Let freedom lead to higher ground

Let Truth no longer fail


Let wisdom flood my heart my mind

Power run through my veins

Open my eyes allow me find

The key to folly’s chains


Your blood my God has caused my rise

Above my shameless gloom

Above the stench of Satan’s lies

Beyond their painful doom


To understand Your ways my Lord

Still more I would acquire

With faithful shield and trusty sword

With love with true desire


Humility, I too must seek

With grace give peace divine

Support; where yet You find me weak

And knowledge please make mine


Anointing oil I pray You pour

Till gone is self desire

Till standing strong a man of war

Drenched with Heaven’s Fire


With all these things I’ve come to learn

The need of Jesus’ hand

Without no woman’s child can turn

And live as always planned.....

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Submitted: Friday, April 24, 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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