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I'ts Five to Twelve
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By Michael P. Johnson
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“Your time of grace is passing by
Your writing’s on the wall
But lost in shame Your children die
In wayward sin they fall

It’s five to twelve; they’re still not in
My God what can we do?
It’s awfully late to live in sin
If only Christ they knew

I’ve said it many times before
Come in; the time is right
The Lord’s about to close the door
Yet still they’re not in sight!

Oh Lord, please tell me what to say
You know I love them so
It’s sad to see them go astray
How can I let them know?

Please give me favour in their eyes
My words, they’d no more doubt
Lord, set them free from Satan’s lies
Please turn their lives about

I’ve lost their favour, lost their trust
Your truth they’ve left behind
I could give up; but still I must
Have hope Your way they’ll find

So here I am once more alone
With back against the wall
Sitting in prayer beside the phone
Hoping my God they’ll call?

Again & again on my knees
Fervently I pray
Asking my God, if You would please
Allow them to come today”.....

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Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2011

Last Updated: Friday, August 30, 2013

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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