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Oh For Wings.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Oh for wings to fly to Christ

From earth to take my leave

To rise beyond where man’s enticed

Since Adam first new Eve


Above the clouds and mountain heights

Beyond times last ravine

To streets of gold amazing sights

No sceptics ever seen


I know one day God’s Son divine

Will grant my fervent prayer

When such, wonderful wings are mine

I’m flying everywhere


But then, of course, no wings I’ll need

A mere thought; will do

With Christ Himself taking the lead

I’ll witness something new


Not a second, even a trice

Ten trillion miles or so

No wings, machine, or grand device

With Jesus, I will go


Perhaps with you; with countless more

Not for worthless treasure

Laying wide, eternity’s door

We’ll fly just for pleasure


Within the day, that has no night

No cold or humid weather

We’ll fly; we’ll soar, with great delight

With angels all together


With God The Father, God The Son

With Heaven’s Holy Dove

Gracefully flying as one

Ecstatically in love…..

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Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, July 28, 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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