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By Michael P. Johnson
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Could be that God’s a pack of lies

Like Heaven is and hell

Illusions like the prince of flies

A legend parents tell


It could be true that God’s a tale

Except I’ve heard His voice!

Except I feel Him when I fail

To make life’s righteous choice


Perhaps I’d thought it when alone

Or dreamed it by mistake

Except this child of flesh and bone

Was every time awake


I know I’m not the only one

Who’s heard God’s voice on high

Who’s felt the presence of the Son

Who chose for us to die


The same who rose with grace to give

The keys to Heaven’s door

The same through whom we now can live

Both now and ever more


Once, perhaps I may have erred

That twice, I may agree

But if when more! God’s voice I’ve heard

The blindest eyes should see


The Lord our God’s alive and well

As is His risen Seed

As chosen bride The Truth should tell

On which a child may feed


May feed upon The Living Bread

May drink of Heaven’s Dew

Until when selfishness is dead

And life begins anew..... 

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Submitted: Friday, February 20, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, July 28, 2018

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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