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By Michael P. Johnson
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               It's Not A Lie.....

I'm summer, winter, autumn, spring

Through Christ; no more alone

But flying as on eagle's wing

Towards the great unknown

 

No eye has seen no ear has heard

The things yet held in store

The wondrous things, within God's word

Beyond His secret door

 

The beauty that awaits me there

The marvellous things untold

Life's priceless gifts beyond compare

For me will God unfold

 

The Lord of life is in my heart

His Spirit floods my soul

No more from death will I take part

Since Jesus made me whole

 

For nothing that I've ever done

For nothing that I've said

But through the blood of Christ God's Son

This child's no longer dead

 

Although this world thinks God is lies

And thinks I'm but a fool

This child will stand the day she dies

Will start the day I rule

 

To rule with Christ one day I'll rise

One day I'll wear a crown

One day I'll see with open eyes

World wisdom crumble down

 

The living Christ The Prince of peace

The Lamb that once was slain

Through Him, one's life will never cease

When truly born-again.....


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Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013

Last Updated: Tuesday, November 28, 2017

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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