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First or Last
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By Michael P. Johnson
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First or Last


Serving the bride, a man and wife

Had Heaven’s will in view

Walking with Jesus though this life

Knowing what each should do


Depending on the work being done

Regardless night or day

Both hand in hand they’d work as one

Within their separate way


To all, they were a great delight

Having heard Heaven’s call

They tried to live their lives just right

And gave the bride their all


They’d give out books, they’d open doors

Bear witness on the street

They’d sweep, they’d scrub the churches floors

Washing their brother’s feet


As first they’d come, as last they’d leave

Willing to lend a hand

Closer to Christ they sought to cleave

The test of time to stand


Another pair joined Jesus’ bride

At altar call one day

That self same night both couples died

With nothing more to say


The bibles tells this story clear

They’d enter Heaven’s Door

From death they had no need to fear

For Christ was with all four  


For forty years had served the first

The second but one day

Yet each through Christ had quenched their thirst

And earned their penny pay.....

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Submitted: Friday, November 28, 2014

Last Updated: Friday, November 28, 2014

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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