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Reaching Out
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Reching Out


I’m looking up I’m reaching out

Seeking the face of love

Calling in faith refusing to doubt

Praying for life above


Beyond the sorrow beyond the pain

Beyond where eagles fly

Seeking through Christ to start again

Before in shame I die


I’ve heard The News I’ve seen The Light

I see the devil’s lies

I’m reaching out to win life’s fight

To He alone who’s wise


To He who showed His love for me

Who bore for me such pain

Who suffered death to set me free

And give me birth again


Oh I’m reaching out near and far

In depth and high above

I’m reaching out to You who are

The Living God of love


So desperate greatly in need

So anxious chained and bound

I’m reaching out hoping I’m freed

To walk on holy ground


I’m reaching out almighty King

Calling my Lord supreme

Creator God of everything

Life’s true eternal Stream


By grace my God You’ve given sight

In love You’ve called my name

You gave to me this robe of white

And set my heart aflame…..

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Submitted: Thursday, November 3, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, November 3, 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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