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Tears For Jerusalem
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Tears For Jerusalem

 

She can’t be won nor ever sold

Troubled beyond compare

As was so is Prophets foretold

Her children everywhere

 

Many a voice has come to sing

Hearts have blessed in praise

The city of The coming King

The Ancient One of days

 

What visions will her radiance stir?

Pleasures to flow inside

For Christ Himself has wept for her

Through love He failed to hide

 

Does not her heart belong to Christ?

Her offspring found within

For such The Lord was sacrificed

That love may rise within

 

Love for each child He’ll call His own

Who’ll seek His guiding hand

Who’ll give their aching hearts of stone

To dwell His Promised Land

 

Can anyone on earth divide?

God’s real-estate of Light

Where only children will abide

Who from their sin take flight

 

Who’ll pledge their trust what Heaven’s planned

Through faith in God’s decree

On Zion Hill she came to stand

In hope of that to be

 

Great is our God great is His might

Great is our Father’s love

The future city shining bright

Descending from above.....


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Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, January 4, 2016

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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