Michael P. Johnson (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Many a person thought insane
Is often void of care
Not always are life’s conflicts plain
Nor strategies laid bare

The devil’s still a lying cheat
He’ll occupy the mind
Manipulating most discreet
The feeble lost and blind

We need to know we need to see
Discern a servant’s rights
Believe The Lord for victory
Not lose with darkness fights

Yet though The Truth’s in black on white
Too seldom is it read
So seldom does man put to flight
The one who’d strike us dead

Best lean on God o troubled soul
Trust God you faint of heart
Trust Christ to save to make you whole
And set from harm apart

While Satan’s out to cheat and kill
Trust Jesus’ true report
Pay heed to God and Heaven’s will
Take capture every thought

Put on the armour of The Lord
Put on the helm of light
Take up in hand your trusted sword
And breast plate shining bright

Come to The Lord sweet suffering child
Trust in His Christ and Son
Turn from your sin be reconciled
And see life’s battle won