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Golden Moments.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Though crying here in pouring rain

You see my smiling face

Happy to speak with You again

Through love and saving grace

 

I love these special times we share

The times when we are one

The times I stand or kneel in prayer

In Jesus Christ Your Son

 

Though walking down this crowded street

Although the wind blows cold

Self-pity makes a swift retreat

Through moments filled with gold

 

Such times I feel tremendous peace

Sweet moments so divine

Bringing with joy such swift release

From shadows that were mine

 

Yes even when I burdens bear

When shame is plain in view

I feel Your arms I feel You care

And know Your love is true

 

How sweet have grown these times my King

How great is my delight

When heart and soul begin to sing

In stillness of the night

 

Both You and I in one accord

Jointly in silent prayer

Where angels play sweet music Lord

And glory fills the air

 

Here is where I’m truly blessed

Where cares and woes take flight

Where heart and soul find total rest

When You and I unite..... 


Timely Comments on this Poem

Posted by Geneva Poynter on 3/25/2019 at 8:23 PM

Isn't it wonderful that no earthbound being can keep us from praying any time anywhere - "Where angels play sweet music Lord and glory fills the air." Our lips don't have to move in order to pray. God knows our hearts.

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Submitted: Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Last Updated: Friday, December 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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