Michael P. Johnson
What A God - Poem by Michael P. Johnson
When grace illuminates Your Word
Upon Damascus Road
No longer is The Truth absurd
Nor burdensome our load
Darkest shadows quit to reason
Salvation opens eyes
Perception reveals man’s treason
Exposes demonic lies
You made the sun, moon, each glorious star
Created all I see
O Lord my God how great You are
How wonderful to me
I’m in Your thoughts within Your hand
And o my God the thrill
Learning to live to understand
I’m in Your precious will
Why me! Why me! O God why me?
Why choose my sinful soul?
What caused you set my spirit free?
And make this urchin whole
What caused this wretch to be Your choice?
This fool who’d sinned so much
What caused me hear my Master’s voice?
And feel my Maker’s touch
You are my Lord my God my breath
My refuge staff and Stay
My rich reward following death
When time has passed away
To You in truth my soul will sing
To you my prayers will fly
Regardless what this world may bring
What ever storms pass by
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