Speak To The Hills Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With peace and joy I’ve endless love
I’ve grace as yet unseen
I’ve hope and faith to rise above
Where life has always been

I’ll talk no more of foolish strife
Of valleys plagued with death
But to the hills suppressing life
I’ll speak with Heaven’s breath

Confronting shadows here and there
Armoured from head to toe
Since Jesus’ strength is mine to share
I’ll conquer every foe

Am I a fool to leave behind?
Passions of Satan’s bed
Of which the fruit had warped my mind
And caused to walk as dead

I thank The Lord for cleansing clout
For healing of the soul
For Heaven’s grace to turn about
So love can make me whole

I’m turning from my wicked ways
I’m turning day and night
I’ll follow Jesus all my days
Through Heaven’s guiding Light

I’ve passed the verge of no return
I’m high and lifted up
Since giving God the filth to burn
That filled my earthly cup

For strength beyond death’s dreadful hour
Beyond its shadowed mound
I claim Christ’s blood grace and power
Will keep me safe and sound