Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,372 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Melt Me Mould Me - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“Wandering faltering void of peace
A fugitive from sleep
I thought of death at life’s release
Beyond the final leap

A church was sought The Book was read
The Truth was plain to see
My soul must eat of Heaven’s bread
To set my spirit free

A filthy dreadful wretch am I
A drifter drenched in blame
Salvation God I’ll seek on high
Till fire consumes my shame

Till righteousness becomes my gown
Till on my hand’s Your ring
Till on my head You place life’s crown
And You’re my Lord and King

Like Esther raise me as a bride
A queen in purest white
Allow me rise at Jesus’ side
A pleasure in Your sight

Allow me serve at Jesus’ feet
Let doubt my soul decline
Let joy in me be made complete
Let Heaven’s love be mine

Let Jesus’ fragrance flood my soul
His Truth my heart ignite
Yet ere I reach my unseen goal
Please fill my life with Light

Equip me for the work outside
Take hold my hand in Yours
Upon The Wind Lord let us ride
Beyond those still locked doors”


Comments about Melt Me Mould Me by Michael P. Johnson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



[Report Error]