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Lord Hear My Knocking
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Lord Hear My Knocking

 

From further sin I’ll take no part

Lord bring me back to You

Please purify my ailing heart

And cleanse my soul anew

 

I’ve failed to walk life’s road of Light

Your straight and narrow path

Shameful soiling my robe of white

Earning Your dreadful wrath

 

For once again I’ve erred and strayed

When self relapsed to rule

When love through lust began to fade

Playing the devil’s fool

 

I should have seen, I should have known

I should have paid more care

I should have sought my Saviour’s throne

Instead of Satan’s snare

 

You taught the facts, displayed them well

You gave The Truth to see

I’m on the road that leads to hell

Instead of being free

 

There is no but, excepting fault

Foolish self defect

Sailing upon life’s sea of salt

Until my ship lies wrecked

 

Repenting of each foolish crime

On bended knees I pray

Allow me on The Rock to climb

Please free my soul today

 

Once more a sinner seeks Your face

This side of hell’s wide door

Upon Your love and saving grace

My God I now implore.....


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Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, September 9, 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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