Michael P. Johnson

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

How Can Our Praise End - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Riding The Crest scaling The Hill
Walking The Righteous Way
How great the joy and wondrous thrill
Serving our God today

The Lord of hosts The Prince of peace
The Lamb who died for love
Who lives who reigns, who’ll never cease
To share sweet joy above

Blessed are the souls in Jesus’ hand
Blessed are the chosen few
Blessed is each who’ll understand
Who drink The Morning Dew?

Raising their hopes to God on high
Their eyes in constant gaze
Their eager hands towards the sky
To voice their heartfelt praise

Thanking their God on Heaven’s throne
For faith for truth and Light
For health for wealth for mercies shown
And radiant robes of white

Yet who can question when and how?
Or why such things can be
Great are the wonders here and now
For those with eyes to see

Changes have come, miracles done
Blessings just multiply
Receiving life through Jesus God’s Son
Who can the facts deny?

Marvellous love unspeakable care
God is both Lord and friend
Bountiful treasures ours to share
How can our praises end?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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