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Make Me Real.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Make me real Lord, please make me true

Wash my soul till pure

Make me Christ Jesus, more like You

Make my election sure


There’s nothing Lord, that I want more

Than on life’s Wind to rise

Able to enter Heaven’s door

And see my Saviour’s eyes


But still so much is left to do

So much; my God remains

So much I’d hate for You to view

So much I need to change


Shame, on earth, no other has seen

I’d hate to be made known

So much I’d hate to be between

Me and Your glory throne


To Heaven my God I want to rise

Dearly I implore

Not to witness the sad surprise

When hell opens its door


Your written word I do believe

From the front to the back

My God not trying to deceive

There’s still so much I lack


Please speak, my Lord and touch me sound

Let miracles take place

That I may dwell on holy ground

And see Your smiling face


So make me true Lord, make me real

Until quite satisfied

Surround me with life’s precious Seal

With Jesus to abide…..

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Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Last Updated: Wednesday, September 19, 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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