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God Can Hear Me!!
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By Michael P. Johnson
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   God can hear me!!

Streaming with tears they say I cried

Without a single sound

The wind was cold I almost died

The night that I was found

 

Discovered lying on the ground

The snow was crisp and deep

They wondered why I made no sound

Crying and not asleep

 

A child abandoned in the street

It seems I wasn’t planned

Covered with but a flimsy sheet

They failed to understand

 

Though deaf! This life was not unkind

Though mute! I can’t complain

Though love yet failed, I wasn’t blind

My life was not in vain

 

Although I tried I’d always fail

I even tried in crime

I thought of God while lost in jail

And found Him just in time

 

To me; I thought He wouldn’t come

A fool who’d tried to die

But there I knew though deaf and dumb

The Lord had heard my cry

 

I praise my God from deep inside

In Christ I now rejoice

So pleased, my tears I fail to hide

I know He hears my voice

 

I love to praise my Lord and King

Especially in a crowd

Though no one else can hear me sing

To Christ! My song is loud.....


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Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 12, 2012

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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