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How High the Cost
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By Michael P. Johnson
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††† How high the cost

ďOh Lord my God what have I done?

I thought once more it would be fun

Returning where I once was lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

Again my aim was self to please

Manís delights I sought to seize

Despair, despair for† all was lost†

How low my gain, how high the cost

Through lust my flesh gave way to sin

So short the time I held my win

The moment passed, when all was lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

I drank the devilís cheapest wine

Iíve no excuse the choice was mine

To seize the world I tried and lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

I gave no thought to man or beast

My mind content on filth to feast

I bow my head now all is lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

How deep in sin my flesh was drenched

When dawn awoke, all cravings quenched

I took account and found all lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

With heart and soul I turn on high

Even for me! You chose to die

Your selfless love on me was lost

How low my gain, how high the cost

Humbly my God I bow in shame

Pleading Your Son to take my blame

If Youíll agree before lifeís lost

How high; the gain, how low my costÖ..


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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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