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When Things Grow Heavy
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By Michael P. Johnson
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When Things Grow Heavy

 

The cross at times seems hard to bear

Along life’s narrow road

Until we ask The Lord in prayer

To help us bear our load

 

Troubles may not result from shame

Nor hindrance through sin

But if or not we’ve Heaven’s Flame

Burning brightly within

 

Through Heaven’s Gife we understand

How faith begins to grow

When Jesus lifts His mighty hand

And power’s seen to flow

 

Through love’s obedience knees will bend

Through love we seek God’s face

Through love, the precious time we spend

Will fill our hearts with grace

 

With grace, more love more faith and hope

More blessed songs to sing

Able to stand able to cope

Whatever life may bring

 

However cunning foes may fight

What evil Satan’s spun

Praying for Christ, life’s guiding Light

Will see the devil run

 

Consider Christ in all your ways

Consider Heaven’s force

Consider God throughout your days

Will guide your every course

 

It’s wise in faith one’s knee to bend

To seek God’s help above

Truly we learn and comprehend

The depth of Jesus’ love.....


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Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, September 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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