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A Single Drop
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Single Drop


You took to hand a fraction soil

You formed man’s flesh and bone

Lord pour on me a drop of oil

Soften my heart of stone


A single drop of oil my King

A speck of liquid light

That I through life a song may sing

Putting the foe to flight


Standing for righteousness and love

Through Christ Your Lamb and Son

Anoint my soul from high above

That victory may be won


Anoint me Lord for service here

With faith with hope and trust

With love that takes away all fear

And turns all doubt to dust


A drop to see me through each day

Throughout my darkest eve

A single drop along The Way

Upon Your arm to cleave 


Anoint my head my tortured soul

My troubled heart set free

My eyes that I may see the goal

Where Christ would have me be


Only a minute drop my God

No need have I for more

With Jesus as my staff and rod

Victory’s more than sure


A drop of oil is all I crave 

A drop from Jesus’ hand

To save me from the common grave

Safe in The Promised Land ..... 

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Submitted: Thursday, June 2, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, June 2, 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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