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Talents & Gifts To The Few.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Gifts Christ gives God’s chosen few

Talents to those who serve

What might The Lord bestow on you?

One day you may deserve

 

Servants are never out of sight

Working and when at rest

Diligent selfless with strange delight

Passing their Master’s test

 

By stepping out the blessed hope

Oft failing to understand

Faithful knowing somehow they’d cope

To do the work at hand

 

Trusting God, His power supreme

Drinking of Heaven’s Dew

Driving them on, living the dream

With life’s true home in view

 

God’s gift is not a plaything

Nor talents yours or mine

But used to serve beneath The Wing

Of The King of kings divine

 

Preaching teaching and prophecy

Healing great miracles too

Helping lost souls, blind hearts to see

And lead to life anew

 

Through brand new birth pure and clean

Devoid of sin and shame

With nothing or no one in between

Of God enthroned in Flame

 

Gifts, talents, with fervent resolve

Moving mountains galore

Gifted through Jesus problems to solve

En route our Father’s Door.....


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Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, June 2, 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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