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The Tree Grows Greener.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The fig tree’s turning deeper green

Christ’s second coming’s rife

The Will of Heaven will be seen

When Jesus claims His wife

 

The day of The Bridegroom dawning

The world will see The King

Quite suddenly, without warning

His trumpet sound will cling

 

According to The Lord’s decree

People from everywhere

Will see the bride or surely be

Rising up in the air

 

Salvation’s cloud may soon appear

Then such as you and I

Will hear the voice loud and clear

From Jesus in the sky

 

The whole wide world will surely see

When Jesus’ few rise high

From here to eternity

Those left behind will cry

 

Ranting raving they’ll curse The Light

They’ll beat their chest and scream

One another they’ll kick and bite

While bitter tears stream

 

Gross darkness then will flood the earth

Spectres will screech and roar

Furious raging for all they’re worth

But death they’ll find no more

 

They’ll know the truth through those once free

Who once were saved but fell

Even the devil their eyes will see

Before they enter hell.....


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Submitted: Friday, February 2, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, February 3, 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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