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I Saw You
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By Michael P. Johnson
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ďWhile walking by your house last night
I saw you through the wall
You thought it safe without the light
It wasnít safe at all

I saw you in your shameful state
I saw you there unkempt
The things you did, you know I hate
Donít think that youíre exempt

Itís through my love, my saving grace
Youíve freedom from past ties
But if you wish to see my face
In life you must be wise

You know my love for you is true
Iím faithful night and day
Why treat me child the way you do?
Why throw my love away?

Iím going now from out your sight
Iíll take a while my leave
My warning though, donít treat as slight
For then itís you; whoíll grieve

To life you need to give much thought
You have; but only one
The time youíve left is awfully short
How soon it could be gone

So turn, repent; from sinful life
Cast all your filth aside
Come back be now a faithful wife
Return to me my bride

You look as though your God is strange!
How can I sin forgive?
My love for man will never change
Return to me and liveĒ.....

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Submitted: Saturday, July 16, 2011

Last Updated: Saturday, July 16, 2011

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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