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Creator Of All.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Without God, nought would be alive

No autumn leaves would fall

No imagination could thrive

No smiling child at all


No ear could hear, no eye see

No nose to breath or smell

All creation God made to be

No tongue on earth could tell


No summer breeze would exist

No one would even care

For nothing, nowhere would be missed

Where simply no one’s there


With no one‘s mind to understand

With no one to hear

Nothing could ever come to stand

Even disappear


Being no sunshine, winter snow

No light no day or night

If God weren’t there, who’d ever know?

Without His gift of sight


No birds no bees no fish nor beast

No love or desire

Without creation who would miss

Singing round a fire


No head no brain nothing would think

Nobody could agree

Where nought to eat nothing to drink

Because no one would see


Isn’t life good and quite profound

Heaven’s beyond the sky

That all creation still around

God made for you and I…..

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Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2018

Last Updated: Tuesday, July 24, 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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