Michael P. Johnson Poems

It’s Christ, Christ, Christ we need
The Lamb God chose to die
Once hearts are planted with this Seed
We cease to wonder why
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Who'll love, endless life, acquire
Slumber, no more nor sleep
Spread forth the seed of desire
Heaven would gladly reap
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Still stumbling lost, still plagued with shame?
Guilty, seeking to live!
Consider Jesus, call on His name
The Holy Ghost to give
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How swiftly this earth life passes
When death tones loud its bell
Deceived, most living as asses
Will find eternal hell
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In Christ we learn to serve as one
To live for one another
Yet this in truth can first be done
If but we love our brother
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The bible; speaks the truth we need
How Satan, leads astray
Spiritual food, on which to feed
And how to live each day
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We’re saved by grace and all is well
We think we have it made
Till life becomes a living hell
When wealth begins to fade
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Can man, defeat, satanic foe?
Can knowledge, cause to save?
Can you or I, fight, toe to toe?
Devils, digging our grave
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Man’s sought knowledge, always desired
Wondering always why?
What must one do, what is required?
In order not to die
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Ever sat pondering feeling alone
That God alone was there
The Lord Himself was on His own
With nothing anywhere
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