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Lord Take This Clay
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Lord Take This Clay


Many times when death was near
Iíve failed to understand
When like a fool Iíve walked in fear
Without the Saviourís hand

In You my God I long to live
Your will in me be done
So now my all to You I give
That You and I be one

In Jesus Christ I place my hope
Yet have but one desire
You wash me with Your Launder Soap Mal.3:2
And birth again through Fire

I humbly come to You my Lord
Refine as pure as gold
For only then may I be poured
And formed within Your mould

Come melt me Lord reform me new
Take up this lump of clay
Remould this child to be like You
For this I long and pray

Your promise Lord I pray inside Ac.1:4
Baptize my soul in Flame Ac 2:2-4
Before You come to take Your bride Ac.25:6
Consume my chaff and shame Mt.3:11-12

When seven times in Fire tried
When free of all lifeís dross
When finest gold well purified
Iíll bear my given cross

Allow me serve beneath Your wing
Till self becomes no more
Until You give, Lifeís song to sing
Inside my Fatherís DoorÖÖ.


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Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2011

Last Updated: Saturday, July 23, 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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