Father Of Grace Poem by Michael P. Johnson

How oft I feel deprived alone
Anxious restless so low
All I can do is moan and groan
Beneath this salty flow

So once again in pouring rain
These tear I try to hide
Please let this prayer be not in vain
This side of life’s divide

How did I fail to understand?
The force of self desire
How swiftly Satan takes command?
When children play with fire

I know my God I’ve done You wrong
Foolish fumbling astray
I’ve danced each dance I’ve sang each song
The devil’s had to play

I know You’re God and King supreme
Creator Lord divine
The source of love, truth’s flowing stream
And life’s eternal Vine

You planned, designed and You made me
Intricate, rich and well
For every eventuality
Here on earth to dwell

But yet my God I have failed You
I sought the devil’s path
Casting aside salvation’s view
For that; which leads to wrath

Now unto You Father of grace
Faithful beyond compare
I still believe You’ll turn Your face
In answer to my prayer