Not All Is Well Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Thinking everything is well Lord
Ears hear, eyes, see
Others may feel, life's vengeful sword
But thanks to You! not, me

Though often times when sinful too
Falling quarry, to shame
Realising the things I do
Is causing joy to lame

No sickness, plays a part in You
No wickedness at all
So what else would You have me do?
Never again to fall

I want to live, never to die
Practice, life's truths to thrive
Cautious seeking The Way on high
Whole heartily alive

Make me clean Lord, please make me true
No longer walking blind
Make this Your servant, more like You
Change my shameful mind

With hands washed clean, with feet well shod
With thoughts full grace and love
Let nothing else become my god
Except my King above

Though proud I stood, humble I kneel
Before Salvation's throne
Knowing Lord God, the way I feel
Roll away death's stone

Receive hell's filth, causing me strife
Place my hand, Lord in Yours
Open Your Door to endless life
Lock and bolt hell's wide doors, , , , , ,