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For Us He Suffered...
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By Michael P. Johnson
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For you and I, Christ suffered much

Nailed to death’s cross of wood

To rise, man’s sinful soul to touch

To live the way we should

 

Taking, what The Lord God died for

Allow it flood your soul

Receive the oil, His grace will pour

To cleanse and make us whole

 

Since Jesus, gives one life anew

Take the plank, from your eye

Do as you want your neighbours do

Knowing wherefore and why

 

In spirit, as our God intends

In truth, to walk and live

Humble, willing, to make amends

And others to forgive

 

No deed’s so wrong, we cannot see

No utterance, in strife

That one believes others should be

Disqualified from life

 

Though bones grow weary, hearts feel dry

You’d feel better off dead

Though hard at times, seek counsel on high

But give devils no bed

 

Losers lose, life’s Way, through doubt

While devils, know one’s weak

A fool gives in, where lust’s about

Making their future bleak

 

Live at your best walking in peace

Doing what Jesus taught

Let knowledge cause wisdom’s increase

Serving as servants ought…..


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Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2018

Last Updated: Thursday, September 13, 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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