Michael P. Johnson

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

The Real Thing - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I once was dead but now alive
Now days are full of spring
Through all life’s storms I will survive
For I have The Real Thing

I’ve love I’ve grace I’ve Heaven’s Light
Heaven’s Fire inside
Power to stand, win every fight
Before the last divide

I know the facts of Jesus Christ
The Truth The Light The Way
I know God’s Lamb was sacrificed
For me to rise one day

Now I am rich where once so poor
Once sick but now so well
Even from death I’ve found The Cure
Though angels burn in hell

I needn’t run I needn’t hide
No penny need I pay
Through Jesus blood I’m qualified
Right here right now today

My King’s arranged a place for me
The Lord of all the earth
To Heaven too I have The Key
Since Jesus’ second birth

I’ve ring I’ve robe a mansion too
A crown of purest gold
God’s love to drink as morning dew
With all the saints of old

All this and more has God prepared
For all who Christ receive
Accept The Truth God here has shared
And through His help believe

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

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