Michael P. Johnson

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

Let’s Hit The Streets - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

You gave Your Son to set us free
Your Lamb our souls to save
Your Word that blinded eyes should see
The Way to flee the grave

We see the lost, the walking dead
The worldly wise astray
We see them needing Living Bread
And help to find The Way

We see the fools who truth deny
The dreamer seeking fame
The sinful souls afraid to die
Adorned in shrouds of shame

You’ve made the future crystal clear
The past as trusty guide
What shall we dread whom shall we fear
When love burns deep inside

We’ll see The Cloud we’ll see The Light
The faces wrought in fear
The failing hearts as dark as night
And Jesus Christ appear

We’ll see His eyes His hands and feet
The radiance of His hair
Life’s trumpet calling love’s elite
And Glory everywhere

Till then dear God let wisdom reign
Let grace a while yet flow
Let Jesus’ blood bring life again
And set more hearts aglow

Send more upon the streets dear Lord
Down roads and country lane
Let’s save them from the coming sword
And hell’s eternal pain

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008



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