Michael P. Johnson

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

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008



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