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My Rock
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By Michael P. Johnson
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My Rock

 

Through given strength each day anew

I rise to Your command

A servant to the bride and You

A tool in Jesus’ hand

 

I’m more than blessed to know these things

The miracles You’ve done

With heart and soul my spirit sings

 In company of Your Son

 

Your Son; my Rock Your living Christ

Creator God on high

The Lamb in love You sacrificed

That man need never die

 

But still I failed as times before

Walking the devil’s path

Again I entered Satan’s door

And earned eternal wrath

 

For this I offered no excuse

Much pain I had to bear

Forgiving Lord You set me loose

In answer to my prayer

 

You took the filth the stench inside

The demons of the night

The selfish thoughts the foolish pride

Clouding love’s guiding Light

 

In Light alone thrives grace with love

With joy amazing peace

Hope through faith for rising above

Where life will never cease

 

Through You, through You, through You alone

The Triune One divine

Who suffered death as flesh and bone

To make life’s Promise mine.....


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Submitted: Saturday, December 26, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, December 26, 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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