Thank God I’m Back (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I soiled the robe of Jesus bride
My soul was plagued with guilt
So empty was the house inside
On shifting sand I’d built

Though Jesus’ blood had washed my sin
Had filled my life with grace
Had brought such peace and joy within
And yet I turned my face

I’d hungered for my wayward past
I’d thirsted for its thrill
I left behind “The First & Last”
To do my selfish will

Life’s pleasures opened wide her doors
Risking a lustful glance
I swiftly left for foreign shores
To live a life of chance

I hoped so much this time to win
No road I wouldn’t turn
I sought the very depths of sin
Yet still for more I’d yearn

Never enough could come my way
However deep I’d sink
However long I’d lust each day
From Satan’s cup to drink

With passions roused, desires high!
Anticipation soared
From Satan was still much to buy
If I would call him lord

Was I to be a complete fool?
Was Satan now to reign?
Should I become the devil’s tool?
Or turn to Christ again? PTO