Michael P. Johnson

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

In Trouble Again - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Oh Lord dear God I’d love to fly
And have no need of air
I’d take to wing beyond the sky
Eternity to share

There’s times my God I can’t do right
As friends and neighbours claim
If I could see with selfless sight
The root of so much shame

You see my heart and words are true
The trouble yet I’m in
Whatever can Your servant do
To end this cause of sin

Throughout my life this curse I’ve borne
Since youth until today
How many friendships have been torn?
It’s hard my God to say

With heart in turmoil soul in pain
With tears flowing free
Why my struggles end in vain
I fail in truth to see

Lord help me overcome this thing
Let peace inside me reign
That I with joy love’s song may sing
I pray my God explain

For gold my God I have no need
You clothe and give me bread
I only seek that I’d be freed
Of that I truly dread

Humbly I pray on bended knees
Grant that which I pursue
Enlighten my troubled soul please
And set my mind on You

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008



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