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This World's Condemned
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By Michael P. Johnson
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This World's Condemned


This world’s condemned and won’t conceive

Hell’s jaws are open wide

So wrapped in self, she can’t believe

Salvation’s at her side


So few seek truth and saving grace

Afraid of Heaven’s Light

Till love’s more rare more out of place

Than sunbursts in the night


Yet God forewarned these things would be!

Knowing man’s wayward path

Most eyes are blind and fail to see

The day of pending wrath


Yet countless branches of The Vine

With Heaven’s Light to share

Have need to rise have need to shine

For sheep lost everywhere


For God to stretch His mighty hand

To soften hearts of stone

That more may learn and understand

To trust in Christ alone


Though supplications rise above

Though prayers may seldom cease

It’s through the deeds; of selfless love

This world may find true peace


No more should man be Satan’s fools

Who lie who cheat and kill

But in Christ’s hand selected tools

Doing The Father’s will


With thought of those yet blind and lost

Of Christ God’s Lamb and Son

With no regard to pain and cost

Let Heaven’s will be done..... 

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Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2016

Last Updated: Saturday, February 6, 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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