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Plant Your Seed
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Plant Your Seed...
 

 

“Its such a waste this life of mine

Where self is but to blame

From Satan’s hand I chose to dine

But now I feel the shame

 

I cry my God to meet my need

Remove the devil’s hand

Please take my hand that Christ may lead

And teach to understand

 

I’ve so much shame from which to part

Much filth that led to sin

Please come my God enter my heart

Plant deep Your Seed within

 

Become my Lord let love run free

Allow Life’s waters flow

That I may pass through my Red Sea

Allow Life’s Seed to grow

 

In faith and trust I hope to thrive

Within Your promised land

In You life’s storms I will survive

When planted in Your hand

 

Allow my spirit be the soil

In which Your seed takes root

Then as Your tool allow me toil

To bear my Father fruit

 

Purge free this branch of sin’s decay

Take up Salvation’s knife                      

That I may serve in truth today

Within The Tree Of Life

 

Let others see the fruit I bear

Finding it good to eat

So more may come Your love to share

And thrive at Jesus’ feet…..


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Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011

Last Updated: Saturday, June 7, 2014

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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