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I Couldn't Swim
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By Michael P. Johnson
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          I Couldn't Swim

Upon the good Ship ‘Christ The Lord’

I thought I’d always sail

Not in a storm fall overboard

Nor sink to Satan’s jail

 

Without my God I couldn’t swim

In Satan’s filthy sea

I called to Christ while failing Him

Please come and lift me free

 

Again through sin my God I’d grieved

Living the devil’s lies

So Heaven’s kiss through Christ received

Had come with great surprise

 

Great tears of joy rolled down my face

No more was I alone

I felt such love such peace such grace

As Jesus pushed the stone

 

The stone of death; within my heart

The stone, the devil gave

Christ Jesus with a brand new start

Had rolled it from the grave

 

Unworthy as I’d always been

God’s Lamb God’s Son was there!

Saving my life; purging me clean

With others now to share

 

What’s left of life, is not to waste

To God, belongs my time

He’d heard the prayer I’d made in haste

And seen my every crime

 

Upon God’s Ship, I stand once more

I’ll never fail again

This time I’m bound for Heaven’s shore

With Christ Life’s Anchor Chain…..

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Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, November 20, 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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