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The Pen Is in Each of Our Hands
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Pen Is in Each of Our Hands


To see the future of our age

To sample current wine

Mankind should turn each bible page

And read Acts twenty nine


The bible still we write today

Revealing Christ on earth

Showing the world God’s righteous Way

That leads to second birth


There’s none too great there’s none too small

There’s none too young or old

But each in Christ who’ve heard The Call

May speak within The Fold


Why in The Fold and not the street?

Why not the world outside

Is not the least at Jesus’ feet

Considered as His bride?


Should all not seek God’s face above?

Should all not serve The King?

Has not the bride her Groom to love?

Before she wears His ring?


But so much work remains undone

Before a wedding day

Before the bride and Groom’s made one

Their vows have each to say


Commitment too has each to bring

The world has need to see

So we in Christ have much to sing

To set her children free


To help these children understand

To make the bride complete

The pen Christ gives in each our hand

Could write a brand new sheet..... 

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Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, December 20, 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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