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A Cry to Save
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Cry to Save

 

Lord once again on bended knee

To You I turn my face

I pray this lost blind world may see

To seek and find Your grace

 

At war; my God she hates The Light

Her children live for gain

Lord soon I pray she’ll quit her fight

That Christ may truly reign

 

Content, she seeks herself to please

Living religious lies

Straining out gnats and minute fleas

Behind some church disguise

 

Pointing fingers, crying out shame

Walking lofty and proud

Filthy quoting Your holy name

Amidst the maddening crowd

 

With heart full lies with gross deceit

Pretending all is well

Just like a whore between soiled sheets

She’ll live her way to hell

 

To Heaven’s Truth she wanders blind

Cheated from life’s true goal

Chasing shadows of lost mankind

To ease her troubled soul

 

Deceived my God she’s bound to burn

Suffering endless loss

Unless through grace through faith she’ll learn

The facts behind The Cross

 

The facts of life of Jesus Christ

Of death to endless pain

Why Heaven’s Lamb was sacrificed

Forever King to reign ….. 


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Submitted: Thursday, December 24, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, December 24, 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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