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two poems written by a Michael P. Johnson. They were sent to us by his loving wife! He has
written many poems, and I'm sure his work will be a blessing to you. He is truly gifted. BUT FOR THIS CAGE Upon The wind I long to soar Above the clouded sky I'd love to fly through Heaven's door And live with Christ on high But for this mortal cage of clay This jail of flesh and bone I'd be at home with Christ today And feel no more alone But man is far from being free So long as Satan rules Till disobedience bows it's knee And dies the death of fools Till then man's cursed to walk the earth To toil through which to eat To suffer pain whilst giving birth And suffer sin's defeat But praise The Lord who gave me breath Who loved me whilst in shame Who freed from sickness even death And gave a brand new name So now I know one day I'll fly I'll soar as none before I also know I'll never die When time becomes no more But for this flesh and bone right now I'd fly till high above At Jesus' feet I'd humbly bow And sing my song of love But still one thing I understand One thing I've learned whilst here Since all is in my Saviour's hand I've nothing more to fear.
Michael
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