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Play Not With Fire.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Playing with life, playing with fools

As though life’s made for joy

Disobeying life’s golden rules

Under satanic employ


Surely as part of Satan’s plan

Devils holding one’s hand

Deceiving whomever they can

Placing at their command 


Influenced and dominated

Enticed, lured, beguiled

Shrewd cunning infiltrated

The soul’s heart, of a child


Childlike, we seem! To the devil’s own

Seemingly without care

But the living God on Heaven’s throne

Is watching everywhere


Is this not the time for calling?

Seeking The Father’s face

One saving, from failing, falling

Losing one’s state of grace


Will man, not this matter recall?

Even ponder within

How did one do, what caused the fall?

Could it have been a sin?


Such is the Lord God waiting for

The reason Heaven allowed

For opening Salvation’s Door

To leave hells’ maddening crowd


If this, may, would, happen to you

Let love not have called in vain

What God has shown you to do

Call Him, now and again.....

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Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, June 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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