Michael P. Johnson Poems

Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I've placed my trust
Upon The Rock I'll cleave
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There’s so much hatred round the place
The world seems not to care
For though we travel into space
There’s fighting in the air
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From east to west from north to south
Let all creation find
That truth is always in our mouth
And peace is on our mind
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How deep in life I had to fall
Living a constant lie
But then with back against the wall
I couldn't help but cry
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“Lord, let my praise scale Your mountain
Let Your grace be a fountain
Allow Your truth fill unsaved ears
There to abide eternal years
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How foolish are your songs of pride
When Jesus seeks to come inside
Humble yourself reject your shame
Receive my Spirit’s purging flame
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Here and there in oysters fall
A single grain of sand
Producing later a lustrous ball
In a fisher man’s hand
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Too oft we hear it said today
There was no virgin birth
No God to whom we ought to pray
No Christ who died on earth
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A WORD TO PARASITES
Some spend themselves though never groan
Whilst Jesus' sheep they feed
They deem God's money not their own
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Wisdom reveals the reason why
This life brings so much pain
Yet in the rainbows in the sky
The answers all too plain
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