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Take Account
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Take Account

 

At school, at work, or past one’s prime

Regardless what we’re told

We share with God so little time

Seeking for pots of gold

 

We walk so proud with heads held high

Opening every door

With seldom thought of when we die

Living like fools before

 

With health with wealth while much is free

To God few souls relent

Yet look around His world and see

How many leave content

 

Now take a look inside my friend

Consider heart and soul

We need not much to comprehend

If all is well and whole

 

We need to climb from off our mount

Take score of what is real

Take of one’s life a true account

Regardless how we feel

 

We’re going nowhere on our own

We need to understand

To change, to soften hearts of stone

Within one’s house of sand

 

We need to plan for depth and height

Dig deep our footings well

We need to build towards the light

Instead of darkest hell

 

For hell is real and Heaven’s true

Death’s vale grows daily nigh

Make sure Jesus has hold of you

Before the day you die......


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Submitted: Sunday, February 28, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, February 28, 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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