Michael P. Johnson Poems

I know my God I’m bound to die
Yet Satan failed to win
To You I will ascend on high
Through Christ who bore my sin
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The Lord’s great, doing wondrous things
No foe against can stand
For safety dwells beneath His wings
Within Salvation’s hand
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Sex is not love as some presume
But twigs of life’s great tree
As many couples plagued with gloom
Have often learned to see
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We live a while and when we’ve slept
We wake before God’s throne
With joy they’ll have God’s promise kept
Who’ve changed from flesh and bone
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The glorious day of Christ The Lord
Will dawn with heartfelt cheer
Seeing His tongue a flaming sword
Many will shake with fear
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Your righteousness let no one doubt
Its grace, through Christ my Son
Although the world may twist and shout
Life's race will not be won
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A spot here, a pimple there
Breaking sweat with a twinge
Doctors are treating for despair
Even a slightest cringe
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Is something beyond death waiting?
Beyond the stars above
Or someone anticipating
The warmth of Heaven's love
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Ere caterpillars come to die
They'll oft hang on a tree
Till pupa to a butterfly
God's handwork's plain to see
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Like pebbles strewn upon a beach
In a storm, desert sand
Lost souls of children God will reach
To dwell His Promised land
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