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Above the Mountain Crest
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † Above the Mountain Crest

From darkness now Iíll nothing more

Iíve heard Salvationís voice

To inner peace Iíve found The Door

Where heart and soul rejoice

First like a fledgling in its nest

I failed to understand

But now above the mountain crest

I see The Promised Land

Through faith in Christ Iím rising high

Souring on eagleís wing

Above the clouds I often fly

The Lord lifeís song to sing

No nightingale can share my song

No swan is clad so white

To Heavenís Lamb I now belong

And so my heart takes flight

Wherever yet Godís Wind may lead

What trials arise each day?

I know my God will meet the need

From grace to never stray

To ever-higher heights Iíll rise

Thriving on bread and wine

The foe can herald no surprise

Since now The Truth is mine

I know too well whom Iíve believed

Can break the strongest chain

So rich the faith that Iíve received

His inner peace can reign

Such joy, but Christ alone can give

More strength can none receive

Through Godís great love letís walk to live

And by His grace believe.....

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Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, December 24, 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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