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In Heaven's Arms.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Filthy and lost, foolish and blind

I rambled through the night

A scourge to God to all mankind

Until I saw The Light


Responsible for all I’d done

For all I’d ever do

I saw The Truth of Christ God’s Son

And prayed to start anew


From Heaven’s eyes I couldn’t hide

My heart could understand

Casting indifference far aside

I reached for Jesus’ hand


I felt the warmth of selfless love

His mighty arms about

The sweet embrace of Heaven’s Dove

Leaving behind all doubt


Just like an eagle in the sky

Upon The Wind I soared

Blissful, ecstatic flying high

In presence of The Lord


In company of The King of kings

Creator Christ divine

From depth of soul my heart loud sings

Eternal life is mine


Eternal love eternal peace

My every need supplied

All this and more will never cease

Beyond the great divide


What have I done what have I said?

What thought was so sublime?

That God should raise me from the dead

To live beyond all time..... 

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Submitted: Thursday, November 2, 2017

Last Updated: Thursday, November 2, 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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