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Look Up!
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Look Up!

 

After praying; I’ll wait a while

Composed reverend and still

Until my spirit starts to smile

Knowing my Father’s will

 

My mind seeks out the news within

What secret Heaven shares

To cleanse my soul of wayward sin

To free of wicked wares

 

In shadow Satan would enshroud

Darkness engulf my soul

Yet far above the maddening crowd

God guides me to my goal

 

I know I’ll never come to harm

Salvation’s at the door

Christ is my strength God’s mighty arm

My Fortress built for war

 

By grace I’m sealed in Heaven’s Light

With Jesus’ Promise sure

In Jesus’ love enrobed in white

I’ll enter Heaven’s Door

 

When standing true until the end

When death itself has died

I’ll see with He who calls me friend

Ecstasy multiplied

 

Up & beyond united one

Countless washed souls beside

With God The Father Ghost & Son

Forever to abide

 

From such a promise; who would fail?

Who’d drink the cup of shame

Don’t be a fool in Satan’s jail

Look up! In Jesus name…..


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Submitted: Thursday, November 24, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, November 24, 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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