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What A God.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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When grace illuminates Your Word

Upon Damascus Road

No longer is The Truth absurd

Nor burdensome our load

 

Darkest shadows quit to reason

Salvation opens eyes

Perception reveals man’s treason

Exposes demonic lies

 

You made the sun, moon, each glorious star

Created all I see

O Lord my God how great You are

How wonderful to me

 

I’m in Your thoughts within Your hand

And o my God the thrill

Learning to live to understand

I’m in Your precious will

 

Why me! Why me! O God why me?

Why choose my sinful soul?

What caused you set my spirit free?

And make this urchin whole

 

What caused this wretch to be Your choice?

This fool who’d sinned so much

What caused me hear my Master’s voice?

And feel my Maker’s touch

 

You are my Lord my God my breath

My refuge staff and Stay

My rich reward following death

When time has passed away

 

To You, in truth, my soul will sing

To You, my prayers will fly

Regardless what this world may bring

Whatever storms pass by..... 


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Submitted: Friday, November 17, 2017

Last Updated: Saturday, November 18, 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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