To Ride The Wind (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Through blood refined, I’ve no more doubt
Though much of self must die
Alone, I’d live a life of drought
And like a desert, dry!

But now in Christ, just like a bird
I’ll glide upon the wing
And while the truth may still be heard
I’ll raise my voice to sing

I’ll sing my song to those yet lost
Within the devil’s claws
It matters not how high the cost
For all I have is Yours

I’m Yours to use where ere the need
I’m Yours in Jesus’ hand
Upon The Wind, Your Holy Steed
I’ll ride at Your command

If You can use this modest child
This child of flesh and bone
Until the lost are reconciled
I’ll serve but You alone

For You alone have shown true love
Upon that dreadful tree
Until in truth I’m found above
My God can count on me

How much I love with You to fly
Upon Your Wind to soar
Until Your glory fills the sky
I’ll fight the holy war

Could be I’ll stumble now and then
With You! I’ll never fall
So at my post I’ll stand till when
I hear my Saviour’s call…