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The Hunt Goes On
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By Michael P. Johnson
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We’re born, we live, we laugh and cry

Consider things we see

We procreate we one day die

Moments of eternity

 

But death has not the final word

Nor was it meant to be

Although The Truth may sound absurd

To those who fail to see

 

Soon beyond the here and now

When time has met its end

The head of death will also bow

And Satan’s knees will bend

 

Still creation lies in waiting

Frustration fills the air

Whilst the world remains debating

What future life may share?

 

Religious wars are common place

The truth they all proclaim

But which has God’s eternal grace

To set ones life aflame

 

Who’ll save their soul, be rid of pain?

Receive a robe of white

Be cleansed of sin be born again

And walk within The Light

 

Who’ll turn their backs to darkness yet?

Forever to be blessed

Seek Heaven’s Truth and not regret

Love’s endless place of rest

 

Our Father’s eyes are everywhere

Seeking more souls to save

Hoping with more His wealth to share

With those who flee the grave.....


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Submitted: Saturday, January 21, 2017

Last Updated: Sunday, January 22, 2017

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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