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Through Drive To Thrive.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I went, I spent, sometimes I’d fight

Seeking what life would give

Found lost in darkness, I sought light

Within this world to live


Eating, drinking, what was to find

Still, something bothered me

Until finding that I was blind

To facts, I failed to see


I failed to see my dreadful state

How could I could I rearrange?

My life, death, my ultimate fate

Without some help to change


Still lost, confused, broken and bruised

Searching for a cure

Till hearing faults, are excused

When faith is quick and sure


So I sought and found, true life’s King

Telling Him all I’d done

He caused my heart, my soul to sing

Revealing His Lamb and Son


Right there and then, my knees I bent

To Jesus, Lord divine

From sin, shame, God saw me repent

And in Christ’s hand, placed mine


I’ve journeyed far, wandered near

Sowing life’s seed God gives

Through love’s grace, learned righteous fear

Revealing Jesus lives


I’m glad my life, was not so tame

With many a cut and bruise

Now I may serve in Jesus’ name

Where nothing put pride’s to lose…..

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Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, September 3, 2018

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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