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Whom Do They Worship
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Whom Do They Worship


They kneel in faith on bended knee?

Deceived they come to pray?

Was it a maid that set them free?

Upon that crucial day


Her mortal bones were laid to rest

Her body’s now no more

She too was flesh she too transgressed    Lk.1:47

Against God’s righteous law


No flesh is free from death and grave?

Unable to lift her head

Without power man’s soul to save

And raise him from the dead?


Who can deny her blessed role?

Who can refute God’s choice?

But still she lies a sleeping soul

Waiting The Bridegroom’s voice


Was not she too of Adam’s seed         Lk.1:36

Was Baptist John her kin?                   Lk.1:5

Did Christ not see her worldly need?

And bid man take her in                      Jn.19:27


So what ordained man’s train of thought?

What songs do some yet sing?

Don’t they accept the true report?

Christ Jesus died to bring


Mary herself would not consent

Would not support these lies                Lk.1:46

Even the thought she’d swift repent

So truth would open eyes


How many live with gross deceit?

How many fooled have died?

How many more must reap defeat?

Without God’s Gift inside.....

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Submitted: Monday, May 25, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, May 25, 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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