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Are You Prepared.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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With Israel’s trees luscious green

Her streams fresh and clear

Heavenly signs will soon be seen

As tribulations near

 

The earth will quake oceans will roar

Fear will seek the skies

Occults will reign from shore to shore

Breeding religious lies

 

For Truth, there will be no respect

Like Sodom in its day

The Lord their God will man reject

To turn their sweet old way

 

Demonic hoards will stop at nought

The Beast will rule the day

With nothing to cease the onslaught  2Thes.2:7

No one to show The Way

 

There’ll be no love, no thought of peace

No kindness left to share

Though even knowledge will increase

Deceived they’ll cease to care

 

Pestilence will raise its head

They’ll murder maim and kill

Masses will gnash their teeth instead

Of seeking Heaven’s will

 

A third of all that breathes will die

In vain, they’ll seek their graves

To God, they’ll still refuse to cry

Hiding in holes and caves

 

Hell’s pit of fire waits them yet

Their worms will not decay

Whilst we full joy will ne’er regret

Heavens’ eternal day.....


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Submitted: Friday, November 10, 2017

Last Updated: Friday, November 10, 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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