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How Can We Doubt Him
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By Michael P. Johnson
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How Can We Doubt Him

 

Love’s true obedience is the key

On victory’s cloud to ride

When unto death we’ll bend our knee

That God be glorified

 

Displayed through Christ God’s Lamb and Son

The King of kings on high

Obediently life’s war was won

And death was made to die

 

Through death all power was restored

Power our God laid down

Reigning again as Living Lord

With Life’s eternal crown

 

All authority Christ retrieved

Death’s crown lay at His feet

Undying victory was achieved

At Satan’s swift retreat

 

With death and Hades in His hand

Fulfilled was Heaven’s plan

Now all again is in command

Of God who walked as man

 

Walking suffering sweat and tears

Love’s sacrifice divine

Bearing man’s sins man’s doubts and fears

Spilling life’s blood like wine

 

Our awesome King true Lord true Friend

Almighty God above

Who can measure or comprehend

The power of His love

 

The depth the height the in between

The ins and outs unknown

Who can imagine yet unseen?

Waiting at Jesus’ throne.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, October 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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