Though Filthy Within Poem by Michael P. Johnson

His life was plagued with self-desire
Full bitterness and guile
With lust that burned within like fire
Birthing his deeds so vile

No sinful thought could be more crude
No gesture less refined
His spoken word was far more rude
Than most perchance would find

A scoundrel, rogue a thief at heart
A liar and a cheat
No joy within could he impart
No love could this man greet

Forgiveness, was his nature strange
Yet something touched his soul
He heard that lives could rearrange
If Jesus made them whole

At first he thought twas not for him
His heart was too obscene
If only his past was not so grim
The Lord perhaps could clean!

Yet still he ventured to his knees
His eyes so full of tears
“O Lord my God if You could please
Forgive my evil years

I’ll turn from all the things I’ve done
I’ll burn my bridges down
I’ll lift the name of Christ Your Son
In each and every town

I’ll tell the world about Your love
Of Jesus’ life and death
Until You call from up above
Or till my dying breath”…