Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,374 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Riding On Heaven’s Breeze - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Lord, here I am with no control
Infirm within this bed
Wrapped in The One who saved my soul
Who raised my shameful head

You gave the doctors knowledge here
Nurses, such love and care
Feeling Your presence ever near
With all You have to share

Vast technology’s are all round
Warring against the pain
Pumping in treasures so profound
Like drops of silver rain

Yet though I fail to understand
The reason this should be
I know my days are in Your hand
And You could rescue me

My arms and legs I cannot move
I breathe but through machines
But still through me I hope You’ll prove
What true salvation means

Lord guide these tools in whom I trust
These servants in Your hand
Make all my ailments turn to dust
Whilst faith takes up it’s stand

You made me flesh and spirit too
You’ve blessed my aching soul
All that I am is asking You
Please make Your servant whole

Whatever yet life’s storms my bring
Malady or disease
My praise will rise to You my King
Riding on Heaven’s Breeze


Comments about Riding On Heaven’s Breeze by Michael P. Johnson

  • (4/12/2008 1:41:00 PM)


    Touching. This poem was well written. The rhyme is very nice. Great Job (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008



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