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By Michael P. Johnson
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They’ve left they’ve left just up and gone

Taken by God above

Although you knew about His Son

You failed to seek His love


Though He was God He came to earth

As mortal flesh and bone

His virgin mother gave Him birth

To melt man’s heart of stone


He came to find God’s sheep astray

Their sinful souls to save

To heal the sick and show The Way

To flee both death and grave


To know He went to Calvary

Wearing a thorny crown

Their King they nailed upon a tree

And dead they pulled Him down


You’ve read the Bible through and through

Wandering to and fro

Seeking and searching what to do

Where in the world to go


You’ve faith, knowledge, in bulk amassed

And now your eyes can see

But totally the moments passed

With Jesus’ bride to flee


What can you do what can you say?

Who, which, whether or how?

Whatever now there’s just no way

Repentant knees to bow


“O God! Oh God, full of fear

Now all you do is cry

With You! Hope’s gone and left you here

Afraid to even die…….

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Submitted: Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Last Updated: Thursday, February 1, 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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