Michael P. Johnson

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

Tears (3) - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

How vivid Lord, I now recall
From whence Your servant came
The tears, which night and day would fall
Have gone with all my shame

You took the evil part of me
You took away the pain
You took them with You on the tree
And washed my every stain

You came as friend, to dry my tears
You showed me Heaven’s Door
You broke my yoke, tore all my ties
That I should cry no more

Now for myself, I shed no tears
For others yet I weep
For You to take their doubts and fears
And wake them from their sleep

That through Your word, they would believe
Their eyes would see The Light
They’d see the one, who would deceive
And put him swift to flight

Forsaking all in life that’s wrong
From death, You’ll have them part
You’ll change their tears, for joyful song
They’ll sing with truthful heart

From valleys deep, You’ll have them climb
They’ll scale Your holy hill
For this; I cry that in Your time
Their cups with love You’ll fill

Oh yes my God, for these I cry
Yet know no tear’s in vain
In faith I’m here until I die
Or till You come again…

Comments about Tears (3) by Michael P. Johnson

  • (5/6/2008 5:54:00 PM)

    Michael, I love all three of your Tears poems, I've saved them all,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 6, 2008

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