Michael P. Johnson

God's Autumn Rains

CHRISTMAS

A greater gift could no one give
Salvation as a child
Given of God so man could live
On earth so meek and mild
No palace just a humble shed
No servants gathered round
No place to rest the Saviour´s head
But straw upon the ground
This world has need of changing fast
More wrong is done than right
Seldom thinking of Christmas passed
When man first saw the Light
To earth came forth Salvation´s Light
That all the world could see
God´s mighty arm came not to fight
Yet set the captive free
Emanuel God´s Lamp on earth
He´d come but for this reason
The Lamb of God of virgin birth
Oh what a joyful season
All people now on earth I pray
Will lift their voice and sing
For born to us on Christmas day
Was Christ our Lord and King
To children seeking more than toys
The Lord can give His seal
What wondrous joy for girls and boys
When Christ to you is real
Heaven and earth will kneel one day
To Him they once ignored
Then every tongue is bound to say
That Jesus Christ is! Lord.

IT´S TIME TO STOP & THINK

They are shopping in the high street,
Strolling down many roads
Walking as Satan´s sifted wheat
Bearing their heavy loads.

Quite normal to the selfish mind
With loads there´s nothing odd,
Their callused hearts have grown so blind
They´ve lost all sight of God.

For gain they´ll travel miles and miles,
For lust they´ll spare no cost
Behind the masks, yet no one smiles.
They´re all completely lost.

They´re lost because their eyes are weak,
They´re deaf to all but sound.
They fail to know of what they seek,
Or what on earth is found.

They need to stop and look inside,
Give thought of here and now.
Perhaps they´ll see how Satan has lied
And how to him they bow.

They need to stop and spare some thought,
Reflect what life´s about.
Consider Jesus Christ´s report
And stop their foolish doubt.

They need to stop and catch their breath,
Take score of all in sight and,
Consider what comes after death,
And if their lives are right.

Its time to stop and take a stand,
It´s time to look above.
It´s time to leap from Satan´s hand
Into the arms of love

LET LOVE

Let love be in, let love be out,
Let love be in-between.
Let love suppress each foolish doubt
That hinders Jesus´ queen.

Let love my God with me reside,
Let love precede my goal.
Let love turn back the devil´s tide
And bless my heart and soul.

Let love restrain my worldly stress,
Let love my life adorn.
Let love my aching heart caress,
Let love in me be born.

Let love persuade my every thought,
Strengthen my days when weak.
Let love flow through the true report
Each day my tongue would speak.

Let love go forth and onward Lord,
Let love defend my rear.
Let love turn back Your vengeful sword
And lead me whilst I´m here.

Let love all hate in me restrain,
Let love be always pure.
Let love look through my window pane
And in and out my door.

Let love´s true Flame inside me burn,
Let love inside me thrive.
Let all the world my God soon learn,
True love can all survive.

Let love survey my wayward past,
Let love my God forgive.
When love´s prevailed life´s stormy blast,
Allow this child to live.

NOT FOR SALE

My soul was steeped in total shame,
My heart was dark as night.
Until my God the day You came
And bathed this child in Light

What was it Lord in me You´d seen,
Why is it that You came?
Why make this wretched sinner clean,
By taking all the blame?

My God I fail to understand
Just why You´ve chosen me.
It must be that You had it planned
For how else could it be?

For now I walk with Christ Your Son,
This child, who´s least of all.
Nothing I´ve said nothing I´ve done,
Could merit such a call.

The parting of the mighty sea
Was such an awesome deed
Yet what You did in saving me,
May even all exceed.

You gave me all I´ve ever yearned,
Salvation through and through.
What can´t be bought nor ever earned,
Was given free by You.

Accept my God this song of praise,
Receive Your servant´s life.
Allow me to sing eternal days,
As Jesus humble Wife.

Life´s precious gift is Yours to give,
To all in Christ who serve.
Oh Lord, my God, that I may live
Is more than I deserve.

IN SEARCH OF LOVE

Whilst wandering blind, with heart of stone,
Through clouds of deep despair,
No love was found to call my own
My burden none would share.

In search, I came to Zion hill
I browsed God´s holy mound
I know it was the Father´s will
That I in Christ be found.

By grace I sat at Jesus´ feet
Upon His arm I´d lean,
Like Ruth amidst the golden wheat
I´d sought God´s love to glean

For love I´d wandered far and wide
With torn and aching heart.
Now with His Flame that burns inside,
Christ vowed He´d never part.

For me! Life´s Light came down to die,
Full God yet flesh and blood.
He gave to me what none can buy
Beneath that cross of wood.

His cup is mine to drink at will,
His Spirit and His Flame.
He said for me to drink my fill
To purge my filth and shame.

Today I smile where once I cried,
Such joy and peace I´ve found.
My Jesus wants me to join His Bride,
And live on hallowed ground.

God called before my mother´s womb
Before the dawn of life.
I´m saved by grace from endless gloom,
To be my Saviour´s wife.

MAKE ME REAL LORD

Make me real Lord, make me real
That I be not the devil´s fool.
At Jesus feet in prayer I kneel,
Make this child Your humble tool.

You called me, Lord I know not why
There´s nothing good I´ve done,
But much for which I ought to die,
If not for Christ Your Son.

I´ll try from now to do my best.
Your Lamp shines deep within,
I pray Your Flame will do the rest
Consume each source of sin.

Use Fire and use Your Launders Soap,
Purge free this child of shame.
Your gift of faith brings so much hope
To serve in Jesus´ name.

Unfetter me from all that´s fake,
From filth the devil sent.
Each evil thought each sad mistake
I humbly now repent.

Your Comforter is always there,
You raise me when I fall.
Through precious love your tender care
I feel I´m ten feet tall!

I see the change since first You came,
Since first I felt Your touch.
No longer is my life the same
You´ve taught this child so much.

So make me real and form with love
My way make crystal clear.
Prepare me Lord for life above
Whilst serving You down here

HOW HIGH THE COST

“Oh Lord my God what have I done?
I thought once more it would be fun,
Returning where I once was lost.
How low my gain, how high the cost.

Again my aim was self to please,
Worldly treasure I sought to seize.
In vain my God, now all is lost
How low my gain, how high the cost.

Through lust my flesh gave way to sin,
So short the time I held my win.
The moment passed, then all was lost.
How low my gain, how high the cost.

I drank the devil´s cheapest wine,
I´ve no excuse the choice was mine.
To seize the world I tried and lost.
How low my gain, how high the cost.

I gave no thought to man nor beast,
My mind content on filth to feast
I bow my head now all is lost.
How low my gain, how high the cost.

How deep in sin my flesh was drenched
Then came the dawn, all cravings quenched.
I took account and found all lost,
How low my gain, how high the cost.

To You, I turn to my God on high ???
Even for me! You chose to die.
It seems Your love on me was lost.
How low my gain, how high the cost

My God, I humbly bow in shame
I ask Your Son to take my blame
If You´ll agree before life´s lost
How high the gain, how low my cost.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU’

“Come out from there heed my command,
Obey then I will heal your land.
Waters will part, I´ll turn the tide,
If you accept to be my Bride.

I am the Lord, Holy and just,
You need my help, I want your trust.
I´ll take your shame I´ll take your doubt,
I´ll give you faith and send you out.

Come out, from all that filth you´re in,
Give up your life, of wayward sin.
Cast out, the devil´s tempting thought,
Believe instead, my true report.

A time will come, when on your own,
With heavy heart you only groan.
But look to Me your God above,
I´ll not be slow to send my love.

My Holy Ghost, to you I´ll give,
He´ll show you how you ought to live.
He´ll speak of Me, He´ll take your fears
And comfort you, throughout your years.

My gentle Spirit is full of love,
He´ll come to you just like a dove.
Continued sin, within His sight
Will grieve Him so to take His flight.

Make me your Lord, for I am true,
Be holy, for I am holy too.
My secret things, will I disclose,
To you My child, my fragrant rose.

Priceless things I long to give,
When you decide with Me to live.
Not one good thing will I withhold
From you who walk My streets of gold.

Michael P Johnson 2003

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