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Even Life's Dregs
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Even Life's Dregs

 

Wandering lost, foolish and blind

Living to self desire

As filth and scum of all mankind

Man’s destined for the fire

 

A waste of space a waste of time

Denying He who’s Lord

A constant stream of putrid slime

A disobedient horde

 

Like goats and sheep that’s gone astray

Like ships without a sail

We need God’s grace to find The Way

His hand, so not to fail

 

We need The Christ! The Father’s Son

God’s Lamb who chose to die

Through whom alone life’s battle’s won

Through whom we learn to fly

 

Who have The Truth will understand

We have God’s strength to win

We’ve hope through faith to rise as planned

Beyond this realm of sin

 

As eagles soaring high above

As angels on the wing

We’ll rise through Christ through selfless love

Redemption’s songs to sing

 

We’ll sing of grace ten billion years

Of love, forever more

We’ll dance made free of all past fears

Beyond The Father’s door

 

For thanks to God we have The Keys

His love and tender care

The choice to pray now on our knees

Through Jesus everywhere..... 


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Submitted: Sunday, October 30, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, October 31, 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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