Make Me Real Lord Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Make me real Lord make me real
That I be not the devil’s fool
At Jesus feet in prayer I kneel
Make this child Your humble tool

You called me Lord I know not why
There’s nothing good I’ve done
But much for which I’d surely die
If not for Christ Your Son

I’ll try from now to do my best
Your Lamp shines deep within
I pray Your Flame will do the rest
Purging each source of sin

With Fire! Lord use Your Launders Soap - Mal.3: 2
Consume all sinful shame
Through faith, love’s grace has brought such hope
To serve in Jesus’ name

Unfetter me from all that’s fake
All filth the devil sent
Each evil thought each sad mistake
I humbly now repent

Your Comforter is always there
You raise me when I fall
Through precious love your tender care
I feel I’m ten feet tall

I see the change since first You came
Since first I felt Your touch
No longer is my life the same
You’ve taught this child so much

So make me real and form with love
My way make crystal clear
Prepare me Lord for life above
Whilst serving You down here…