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By Michael P. Johnson
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Thunder peeling, lightning dashing

Great splendour far and wide

With its fiery eyes flashing

Piercing souls inside


Majestic, frightening, to see

It's radiance to feel

Aghast; can witnesses agree

If this or not is real


Whiter than winter’s virgin snow

Amidst the clouds on high

Clearly in its shimmering glow

A stallion in the sky


From its nostrils, flames arise

Mane flowing free and wild

Who can believe their very eyes?

Being thus beguiled


When landing, striding the ground

Hearing his rider speak

Stamping dispersing dust around

As peoples knees grow weak    


As lightning strikes more thunder rolls

At steed and rider’s sight

Fear; tight fastens sinful souls

Seeking to take their flight


But who can escape Christ’s fury

God’s verdict here on earth

With Christ Jesus standing jury

He’ll judge each mother’s birth


How dreadful, shocking, scenes will dawn

When lives are lived in vain

When Christ returns with those reborn

To end the devil’s reign…..

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Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, October 1, 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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