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Indisputably Yours.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I’d heard of course of saving grace

About that dreadful cross

But who could death stand face to face

Festooned with putrid dross


Something’s happened sensationally odd

Seemingly without cause

Undeniably Lord my God

I’m indisputably Yours


I don’t care how I don’t care why

This strangely came to be

I only know though once I’ll die

I’ll live eternally


Through He who was and is to be

Who is yet died before

Incredibly but few could see

Beyond the days of yore


I’m truly sorry for my sin

The shameful ways I’ve trod

How wonderful it is to win

A place beside my God


But why my God did You choose me?

To be my Saviour’s bride

Most certainly Your eyes could see

My filthy soul inside


You see my heart my every thought

The dreadful life I’ve led

That since a child I’ve fallen short

Within the devil’s bed


Yes something’s truly happened here

Something unknown before

Removing doubt removing fear

For life forever more.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Last Updated: Wednesday, February 15, 2017

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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