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Just A Glimpse.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Whilst lounging in my living room

Prostrate on my settee

I saw the reason of Your tomb

And of that dreadful tree


I saw the lance the thorny crown

The sodden bloody hill

A bride adorned in radiant gown

According to Your will


I saw the race of Adam lost

I saw as darkness fell

That love alone could pay the cost

To free from death and hell


Not of our own was plain to see

Nor fleshly force displayed

Only if man were born again

Would darkness ever fade


I saw the righteousness of light

The healing might of care

True potency to win life’s fight

Is selfless to share


Through love true love through selfless love

The Way for man’s made free

By which by grace we’ll rise above

To peace eternally


I saw cherubim sword and flame

The cross, God’s Lamb & Son

That faith and trust in Jesus’ name

Is true salvation won


I saw The King a great white cloud

A mighty countless throng

A trumpet sounding long and loud

And Heaven break in song.....

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Submitted: Monday, January 8, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, January 8, 2018

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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