I'M Lame Not Dead (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“I’m often asked if God I blame
If for my birth I curse
But most who ask still walk in shame
And that is far much worse


Not all in Christ find quick release
Though cleansed and free of stain
From fear of death I’ve such a peace
Though still the pains remain


It’s just my flesh that’s bent and weak
In Christ my spirit’s strong
God’s not a man who sees a freak
That sings in praise His song


He sees a child who had a need
A lamb that went astray
Who sought His Son on which to feed
His help to find The Way


It’s not the blind that cannot see
The dead who fail to live
But fools who think a child like me
Has nought through Christ to give


God gave with love a quickened mind
A faith to move all doubt
To see The Truth through eyes once blind
And know what love’s about


Now with this love my soul can fly
I move as none before
Though in a chair I’m soaring high
And won’t come down no more


Take hold of faith both whole and lame
Let Jesus touch your eyes
Allow His Flame purge free of shame
Then like an eagle rise”…