Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,373 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Hills And Dales - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Why can’t we see what life’s about
Its mountains hills and vales
Its love its hate its faith and doubt
Its sunshine storms and gales

We’ve blessings on heights we climb
While power’s in the vale
Partaking both from time to time
In life we’ll hardly fail

Spiritual growth begins below
With water warmth and light
Yet through ice winds through hail and snow
We learn to stand and fight

Too many turn their backs on that
For which Christ Jesus died
Yet welcome’s written on the mat
Where darkness may abide

We’ll strain out gnats and minute fleas
We’ll wander to and fro
But fail to pray on bended knees
For God’s release to flow

But yet we’ll drink of Heaven’s Springs
We’ll eat of Christ our fill
But not when God would clip our wings
According to His will

We need to turn our lives around
Seek God and saving grace
Seek out The Way to holy ground
And see our Father’s face

Through trouble comes the strength we need
Through hardship faith’s release
Through trials allowing Christ to lead
We’ll reap eternal peace

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

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