Michael P. Johnson
Once I Was Young - Poem by Michael P. Johnson
Once I was young full foolish pride
Arrogance streamed galore
Self was the king lust was my guide
Living as Satan’s whore
Wandering lost carousing blind
Hoping to satisfy
Yet nought, nor no-one could I find
To show me how and why
How much myself I tried to see
How often deep my thoughts
Yet always peace eluded me
Regardless where was sought
How come true happiness failed me?
Why joy was not for long
How in the world could I be free
To sing my victory song
Where could these eyes acquire sight?
How could healing be found?
What was power revealing light?
To show what had me bound
At first a thought, seemed quite absurd
What feelings could I feel?
Was any truth in what I’d heard?
Were God and Heaven Real?
Could there be salvation somewhere?
Was church the place for me?
Could cure be found within a prayer?
Simply on bended knee
Right there and then I sought release
To God I simply cried
Truly I found my inner peace
Where selfishness had died
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