Life’s Mountain Looks Down Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The sea’s filthy, crammed full of sin
The river’s wide and deep
I climb the hills life’s crown to win
Before man’s endless sleep

Life’s Mountain, looks down upon me
I think of true life’s Door
I pray my soul again be free
To live by grace once more

When hell’s taunting, devils tease us
When strength begins to fade
Who would imagine Lord Jesus?
Came, this blind world to aid

For those, the living God has blessed
For me! Christ Jesus died
Although I failed, I tried my best
To stand against hell’s tide

While vales glisten, with spangled dew
Birds, fish, animals, trees
The Father furnished, for me and you
Majestically to please

Again I stand, believing still
God’s risen Christ stands true
Trusting it is salvation’s will
To see these trials through

The path The Father calls to use
With thistle, thorn and stone
Is not; His children, to confuse
But test man’s flesh and bone

Looking with hands up in the air
Looking towards my goal
Knowing my God, hearing my prayer
Will save my yearning soul…..