Michael P. Johnson Poems

I can’t forget He died for me
I can’t forget He lives
I can’t forget on bended knee
The way He loves and gives
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Man’s death begins at life’s first dawn
To suffering and pain
Unless through Christ we’re born again
We walk through life in vain
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Twas not the nails that held Christ there
Upon the dreadful tree
But through the love He had to share
For you my friend and me
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My sinful life was steeped in shame
In Satan tightly bound
I failed to know God’s holy name
No truth in me was found
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“There’s no use standing in a daze
As though you were appalled
You should have changed your wicked ways
Whilst souls were being called
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Since God raised man from out the dust
He wanted to be free
To satisfy his wayward lust
Through all his eyes could see
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“Its such a waste this life of mine
Where self is but to blame
From Satan’s hand I chose to dine
But now I feel the shame
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With You my God I’m flying high
Through grace You’ve set me free
The shame for which I had to die
No more belongs to me
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When the future lies behind us
When we hide beneath God’s wing
Where the devil cannot find us
Where Christ is Lord and King
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“I can’t forget the time we met
The nights I failed to sleep
Tossing, turning, waking in sweat
With bedclothes in a heap
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