Michael P. Johnson Poems

On earth my height cannot be seen
My depth can none perceive
I am the Lord I’ve always been
The One yet few believe
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Almighty’s the name of El Shaddai
No child of His will ever die
Created in truth by Elohim
That all should live to worship Him
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Christ Jesus died upon the cross
To take the curse of man
Through so much pain he suffered loss
To realise God’s plan
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Upon her bed a woman lies
Attentive to her neighbour’s cries
A caring nod a friendly smile
As doctors shuffle down the aisle
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On Him they spat whose eyes they bound
They beat God’s Son then turned Him round
“Now tell us Christ, who struck Your head? ”
To Pilate then God’s Son was led
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With Christ my God I’m talking now
Not speaking on my own
Just sitting here no need to bow
As though it were the phone
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With clapping hands, resounding feet
With hearts that cry aloud
With arms aloft her love to greet
She’ll join Him in the cloud
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Regardless how the foe may fight
However sharp the sword
Victorious in armour bright
We’ll stand through Christ TheLord
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The foe rejoice where havoc reigns
Where lands parade their shame
Where man would catch The Wind with chains
And kill who bear Your name
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The light was out and there alone
I lay upon my bed
I heard a noise perhaps a groan
And slowly turned my head
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