Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,370 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Gathering Storms - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Vigilant; since our by gone days
Patient beyond compare
God’s eyes observe our shameful ways
And those who fail to care

No place to hide from pole to pole
Valley or mountain peak
Horror threatens the sinful soul
Terror, the wayward weak

Nothing will stop the coming wrath
The Master’s mighty hand
Nothing can flee The Flaming path
Moving from land to land

We need God’s grace His selfless love
His Son as prime desire
Determined in life’s race above
With Jesus’ Ghost and Fire

True faith we need to exercise
In hope of that to be
Beyond life’s storms in Paradise
God’s promises to see

However harsh the winds may blow
However long they reign
Torrential hale or blinding snow
Each tempest storm’s in vain

In Jesus’ hand man’s safe and sound
At Jesus’ feet there’s peace
Through Jesus’ blood we’re truly bound
Where life will never cease

Let gathering blizzards rant and rage
Harassing rank and file
Looking towards the coming age
Amidst the storms and smile

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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