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Peacocks Beware
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Peacocks Beware

 

We want religion’s cap and gown

A shepherd’s crook in hand

Yet with God’s law we act the clown

Strutting throughout the land

 

We want religion’s ornate ring

Its trinkets made of gold

A sermon sweet a song to sing

Leaving God less than cold

 

Let’s help instead those lost and down

Through He who guides inside

Help one another gain life’s crown

And in God’s will abide

 

What good are creeds each church’s name

The titles one may hold

In Jesus’ eyes we’ all the same

God’s sheep within one fold

 

Lets all consider Jesus’ rule

Before He rose above

And let’s not play again the fool

But show The Way in love

 

We’re called as fellow servants here

To stand with Christ God’s Son

Learning teaching Godly fear

Until our time is done

 

Until another comes behind

Made faithful strong and true

Who’ll feed the sheep, assist mankind

To change their wayward view

 

We must renounce of self to shine

Give up each selfish way

Be grateful grafted in The Vine

Our Saviour to obey.....


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Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2016

Last Updated: Saturday, September 17, 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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