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Life's Mountain Looks Down.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The sea’s filthy, crammed full of sin

The river’s wide and deep

I climb the hills life’s crown to win

Before man’s endless sleep

 

Life’s Mountain looks down upon me

I think of true life’s Door

I pray, my soul again be free

To live by grace once more

 

When hell’s taunting, devils tease us

When strength begins to fade

Who would imagine Lord Jesus?

Came, this blind world to aid

 

For those, the living God has blessed

For me! Christ Jesus died

Although I failed, I tried my best

To stand against hell’s tide

 

While vales glisten, with spangled dew

Birds, fish, animals, trees

The Father furnished, for me and you

Majestically to please

 

Again I stand, believing still

God’s risen Christ stands true

Trusting it is salvation’s will

To see these trials through

 

The path The Father calls to use

With thistle, thorn and stone

Is not; His children, to confuse

But test man’s flesh and bone

 

Looking with hands up in the air

Looking towards my goal

Knowing my God, hearing my prayer

Will save my yearning soul…..


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Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, November 10, 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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