Michael P. Johnson Poems

“Backsliders make the devil smile
In him they break the rules
They’re in this world but for a while
Yet die the death of fools
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“When lost and sad, in deep despair
I walked with sin and failed to care
I thought that Christ was just a word
The word of God was quite absurd
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“I’ve come in shame, tattered and bruised
Inflicted by the foe
Both heart and mind are so confused
I don’t know where to go
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In peace I walk life’s narrow road
I fear no more to die
Christ Jesus took the heavy load
That Satan had me buy
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What does the Father think at night?
How does God spend His day?
Most children bring Him no delight
In what they do and say
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Through faith, we’ll see and know the way
We’ll trust where some would fail
We’ll stand in Christ while others stray
To find their end in jail
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“You say you serve a risen Lord
You say he’s living bread
You say his word is like a sword
But I believe he’s dead
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From Satan’s cup the masses drink
They’ll eat from off his plate
They’ll gorge until their houses sink
Beneath their sinful weight
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Upon God’s wind we’d love to soar
On Jesus’ Dove to ride
Yet still we knock on Satan’s door
Then run and try to hide
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I feel I’m lost in life so cursed
Depressed beyond compare
At home with Dad seemed dull at first
But now I’m gone from there
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