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Climbing Higher
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Climbing Higher



 



We buy a house that cannot last



A car that’s doomed to rust



Few think about our wayward past



Or when we turn to dust



 



With God most find no time to talk



For church they’ve no desire



With Satan though, they choose to walk



And think they’ll flee hell’s fire



 



They fear no God, nor coming wrath



They’re arrogant and proud



Eager to walk the darkest path



And mingle with the crowd



 



But praise The Lord I’m on The Way



I’m bound for higher ground



Although this tent may soon decay



The Tree Of Life I’ve found



 



Though still life’s roads have many thorns



Though serpents seek to kill



By taking heed while God forewarns



I’m climbing higher still



 



The devil’s way is not for me



I’ll feel no vengeful sword



I’ve found obedience is the key



When Christ became my Lord



 



Serving The Lord, loving God’s Son



Heeding life’s Coach within



Through Heaven’s Lamb the battle’s won



Through love we conquer sin



 



Be unafraid when truth is yours



If Christ you see as King



The grave has closed it’s gaping jaws



And death has lost it’s sting.....



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Submitted: Saturday, February 7, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, February 7, 2015

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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