WordChimes poetry chimes
Chime Of The Day
Poetry Chimes
Newest Poems
Featured Poet
Poet Chimers
Child Chimes
Chime Links
ENC--Class of '55
WordChimes Founder Quentin Clingerman
Contact Us

The World Spits Bile
Viewed Last 24 Hours: 0 time

By Michael P. Johnson
Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson


The World Spits Bile


The world spits bile, breathes fear and doubt

While demons run amok

Countless suffer famine and drought

But who will seek The Rock?


The Rock so many will fall by

That rescues those who fail

That raises who to self will die

And saves from Satan’s jail


But few seek God while death draws near

Few know; nor fear His might

Only a few have ears to hear

Have eyes to see The Light


While Satan’s sons and his daughters

Have countless deeds to hide

Grace calls to drink living waters

And be Salvation’s bride


To take the hand and walk with Christ

To live regardless loss

Reveal why He was sacrificed

As a lamb on Calvary’s cross


Who will The Truth of God receive?

Accept God’s hand of love

Through faith, trust, Jesus and believe

Heaven beckons above


The earth’s corrupt and evil rules                 

Her bowels are in decay

Her brood’s most led by blind lost fools

Must face The Judgement Day


When God The Father, judges lives

Where sinners take the stand

Where saints rejoice like virgin wives

And dwell The Promised Land..... 

Timely Comments on this Poem

No comments currently exist for this poem.

Submit Your Comment

(will be kept private)

Please enter the code above into the box below:

Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, February 5, 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.

Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson

Currently Playing:

[Add Your Poem]

[Chime Of The Day] [Poetry Chimes] [New Chimes] [Poet Chimers] [Blog] [Chime Links] [ENC--Class of '55] [Home]