Michael P. Johnson Poems

Of sin of shame, of evil seen
From filth that leads to hell
We pray The Lord would make us clean
To serve and live to tell
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The world we know is far from free
Her children live in fear
We’ve lost The Truth and fail to see
The reason why we’re here
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Is your sleep blessed with peace of mind
Is your heart trouble free
Amazing things in truth we find
When selfless eyes can see
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Ice cold ran blood through sordid veins
Murder seduced man’s thoughts
In flowing robes festooned with stains
They spread their dark reports
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They stood to witness in the street
Their lives in Christ anew
Calling in love at Jesus’ feet
Yet heard by just a few
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Perfection was Jehovah’s plan
Fulfilled when He created man
Till on life’s scene the devil came
Persuading us to acts of shame
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Whether we live whether we die
Without God’s Lamb we’ll wonder why
But those in Christ can sleep at night
For peace abounds within The Light
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In palace sewer chair a pew
Satanic hoards wait out of view
Deep in one's bowels the devils lurk
Tempting God’s sheep to evil work
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When Adam broke The Lord’s decrees
Satan obtained life’s precious keys
We’ve stood condemned to death and loss
Till Christ brought victory through the cross
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Your walk with Christ feels awfully long
You need more breath to sing your song
Your hands hang limp down at your side
Can’t count the times each day you’ve cried
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