Michael P. Johnson Poems

Because the Lord has much to give
Creation’s in His hand
It can’t be hard in Christ to live
Until The Promised Land
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Oh Lord my God I’m in distress
I’m burdened down with sin
Please hear me as now confess
How the foe my soul could win
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Who turn their backs to He who lives
Exist in deep despair
Refusing wisdom Jesus gives
To die with no one there
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We know that truth will always stand
That man invents his lie
But still too few can understand
A liar’s doomed to die
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I thought I was a Christian when
I joined my church’s choir
I thought I was a Christian then
I saw I failed The Fire
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Unique is time upon the earth
As seen through mortal eyes
For man it starts at moment’s birth
And stops at his demise
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Let love be in let love be out
Let love be in-between
Let love suppress each foolish doubt
That hinders Jesus’ queen
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Such bitter tears they say I cried
Without a single sound
The wind was cold I almost died
The night that I was found
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Countless witnesses have agreed
Or leastways come to see
A little love is all we need
To set one's spirit free
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Disturbed upon my bed I lie
With blankets in a heap
Oh Lord dear God again I cry
Please grant Your servant sleep
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