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Through Jesus Your Son
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Through Jesus Your Son

 

It’s wonderful The Truth to see

Such peace through knowing You

The joy when calling such as me

To join Your chosen few

 

How should I live to serve Your Son

What has this child to do?

What for the world can still be done?

Until she’s born anew

 

Her children live in disarray

Drinking from Satan’s cup

They show no fear of judgement day

Where sinful souls end up

 

They disregard Your saving grace

Refuse to walk Your path

Spitting upon Your lovely face

Reaping eternal wrath

 

But still Your love remains the same

My heart sings loud Your praise

Recalling when You took my shame

Changing my selfish ways

 

Feelings within I can’t contain

Love’s song my lips must cry

You healed my soul took doubt and stain

That I should never die

 

This world my God has need to see

One word can do this task

Do for her as You did for me

On bended knee I ask

 

There’s no one worse than I was Lord

Now cleansed of all I’ve done

Please save them from Your vengeful sword

Through Christ, Your Lamb, Your Son.....


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Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, May 27, 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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