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Little Bo Peep.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Little Bo Peep may lose her sheep

Satan’s devils look on

But God, who’ll never fail nor sleep

Would save them, through His Son

 

Yet life is not, a nursery rhyme

Nor tale, children to scare

But truth; for living throughout time

Through Heaven’s grace and care

 

Still few can see the difference

Child tales are swift believed

Thus failing to form, resistance

By devils, man’s deceived

 

So God’s right Son, life’s righteous Shepherd

Took leave from off His throne

Engaged hell’s wily leopard

As mortal flesh and bone

 

According to His Father’s plan

To save man far and wide

To claim life’s keys, as a son of man

Christ came to earth and died

 

To bear God’s curse and that of death

Sinners, to seek on high

To bless His sheep with Heaven’s Breath

To live and never die

 

As prophesied, this came to be

Yet causing so much strife

Few lost blind sheep began to see

The Way to endless life

 

Today, these facts are everywhere

But where my friend, stand you?

Heaven or hell, best choose with care

Ere judgement day is through…..


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Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, September 17, 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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