Michael P. Johnson Poems

Let’s plant in love God’s Seed divine
So others understand
That God can graft them in The Vine
Through tools in Jesus’ hand
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But from where is his power won
That we see so clear
Is He not the carpenter’s son?
Are not his siblings here?
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They are shopping in the high street
Strolling down many roads
Walking as Satan’s sifted wheat
Bearing their heavy loads
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Few think or care down life’s dark path
On roads of self desire
Despite of God and Heaven’s wrath
And hell’s deep pit of fire
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When Life’s foundations come to light
God’s building plans are read
With Christ’s instructions plain in sight
We’ll build from stones once dead
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Oh for the joy of loves delight
Of peace beyond compare
In righteous robes brilliantly white
Receiving Heaven’s share
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Who in the church is far too shy?
Sitting at Jesus’ feet
Who’s not prepared for Christ to die?
And witness on the street
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God’s word is wholesome food and drink
By grace He longs to give
Changing the very way we think
Changing our way to live
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Blood is flowing blood is pumping
Rotating night and day
When it stops, see doctors jumping
See people start to pray
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To be like Christ must be our aim
Must be our driving force
To save us from eternal flame
And keep our souls on course
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