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Thank God Thank God
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Thank God Thank God

 

His mighty arms reached out in love

His blood; soaked tortured ground

Thus fulfilling God’s will above

That saving grace be found

 

How humble was The Father’s Son

How gruesome was His pain

Majestic was the battle won

So man may live again

 

To live to reign to rule the earth

To live to die no more

To live through grace of second birth

As no one’s lived before

 

No need to babble to the sky

Or sail the ocean wide

But through His Son enthroned on high

God plants power inside

 

Those mighty arms are held out still

His blood remains the same

According to His Father’s will

We need but call His name

 

We only need to spare some thought

To take a look within

Accept we each have fallen short

Repent the ways of sin

 

We’ve erred we’ve strayed we fail to see

Our debts we cannot pay

But thanks to Jesus on The tree

For paving Heaven’s Way

 

Thank God for Christ Salvation’s Well

For mercy, love and grace

For facts for truths He had to tell

We’ll live to see His face.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, June 30, 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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