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A Fool No More
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Fool No Moree

 

Lord how could these eyes have failed me?

Why was my heart so blind?

How could my aching soul not see?

Beyond my shallow mind

 

You heard my soul how much I cried

You felt the pain within

O Lord my God if then I’d died

Festooned with filthy sin

 

You cleansed me Lord You set me free

The broke and took my chain

The devil had to bend his knee

When I was born again

 

Eternal life’s now mine to share

Eternal love and peace

Blessings cascade from everywhere

And wonders never cease

 

I’ve seen The Light I know its true

I’ve heard my Master’s voice

With Heaven will in constant view

This servant’s made the choice

 

Am I a fool to change my mind?

To death lay wide my door!

Am I again to walk as blind?

As many have before

 

Heaven forbid that it should be

Well planted in The Vine

Through Christ I’ve certain victory

And all of His is mine

 

By grace I’ve learned to see these things

The Truth has made me strong

Now soon I’ll fly on eagle wings

To where I now belong…..


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Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, March 17, 2016

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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