I'M Lame Not Dead (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Though lame I sit within my chair
With pain in bed I lie
Through Jesus love and tender care
I’ve ceased to wonder why


I wake each day and take my cross
In faith I rest my soul
My gain is Christ I bear no loss
In Him I’m more than whole


God’s way is often hard to tread
Yet truth I hold in view
Whilst night to some brings fear and dread
My dawn brings life anew


Malformed perhaps, but no one’s fool
Of God I ask no more
Just by His grace this uncut jewel
May enter Heaven’s Door


For in The Lord I’m wholly sealed
In Christ I have my fill
If in this world I’m never healed
Within the next I will


All flesh will fall will see decay
Will turn in time to dust
But I’ll be healed on glory day
On this I’ve placed my trust


It’s Christ alone who’s set me free
Who saves and keeps from hell
Can God not use a child like me
Like those now fit and well


I may not see as good as some
I may not walk as most
But I’m not called to sit here dumb
With Jesus’ Holy Ghost…