Not On Stony Ground Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Gentle Your voice comes warm and soft
Within Your tender hand
I hear my God but then so oft
I fail to understand

I want to know I want to see
My God I want to live
I want my soul completely free
Through every word You’d give

So Lord my God please make it grow
Please give Your servant sight
To comprehend each word You sow
Please send Your Liquid Light

I never want to fail again
Nor wander lost and blind
Please let no word return in vain
Enlighten now my mind

Allow Life’s Seed to spread deep root
Never again to part
That I may bear sweet wholesome fruit
Found deep within my heart

I need Your word to comprehend
To make The Truth my own
And so my knee I humbly bend
Soften this heart of stone

Dispel the doubts disperse the fears
Cleanse my soul of sin
Open my eyes open my ears
Through Heaven’s Word within

Allow it grow allow it spread
Allow it multiply
Allow it heal and raise the dead
My God to glorify