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A Word to Parasites
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Word To Parasites

 

Some spend themselves though never groan

Whilst Jesus’ sheep they feed

They deem God’s money not their own

Unlike some plagued with greed

 

Vampires peruse within God’s house? 

Devouring hoards of gold 

Sucking blood like a canine louse

Whilst scriptures are unrolled 

 

While sheep in faith stretch forth their hand

In gratitude and love

With offerings with tithes as planned

By He who reigns above

 

Yet  parasites in pompous frock

Who bumper crops would reap

Intermingle with Heaven’s flock

Fleecing The Father’s sheep

 

They’ve earned they say because they teach

The gold and silver’s theirs

Stealthily cool and like a leach 

They’ll plunder Heaven’s wares 

 

For building up a church supreme

For greed or personal fame

They’ll eat the fat and drink the cream

Without a trace of shame

 

With fancy jets and lavish cars

With lucre massed in hand 

Like rich Hollywood movie-stars

They cruise most every land

 

Have these been saved or still deceived?

They thrive as common tare

Too blind to know The Lord God’s grieved

Or even fail to care....


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Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, September 18, 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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