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Till Love's Prime...
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Till Love's Prime


Shameful; one’s bound for certain hell

Though souls will never die

Unless we have what grace would sell

And through His Lamb’s to buy


We need no silver jewel or gold

No goods that God would prize

But with His Son what can’t be sold

He’ll set before our eyes


Treasures; no man has heard before

Wonders that no one’s seen

Waiting beyond Salvation’s door

For Jesus’ faithful queen


We can’t stay here and climb The Hill

We can’t live lives to sin

We need to learn our self to kill

Through Heaven’s Flame within


Each deed of love is like a rung

A step in Christ we build

Till each our songs is finally sung

And God’s love house is filled


Belonging to The Chosen Few

Walking in love God’s way

His will we find yet hard to do

Grows easier each day


Where selfish thoughts will lead astray

Where selfish words divide

We’ll find in love life’s narrow Way

When on The Wind we ride


With grace God’s Gift, our hearts will fill

Setting one’s soul on fire

Turning us from our selfish will

Till love’s our prime desire.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, May 12, 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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