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The Jew; My Chosen
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By Michael P. Johnson
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True love was born, dying a Jew

Only again to rise

To show to me to show to you

That only God is wise


True love still lives to show The Way

The Way to certain love

Serving, practising night and day

On life’s true Way above


Though most of the world hates the Jew

Without a reason why

While selfishness obscures their view

They live alone and die


So bless the Jew and never curse

Hear God’s quiet voice

Help, encourage, aid and  nurse

The people of my choice


To Jews, I gave my Holy Word

Through Jews; The Truth first came

Until The Truth, the world has heard

Children will end in shame


Look at the Jew, my Jewish land

Look at the times you live

Hear my Word and understand

What true love has to give


Gather my children around the world

Hear my royal decree

Gather from where my anger hurled

To where my love they see


Stand with the Jew honour my plea

Though foes are far from few

All creation will bend the knee

To He once born a Jew.....

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Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, April 23, 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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