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Come Back My Love
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By Michael P. Johnson
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,BR /> From prickly thorns, I brought you out
I lay you in my bed
Through love; you soon began to sprout
And show your lovely head

Such joy; your beauty brought to me
You were my love so fair
I cared for you, and longed to see
What fruit to me you壇 bear?

Around your form, a wall I built
You grew and looked so well
But soon your love began to wilt
Till finally you fell

I壇 set the dew, the sun to shine
You waxed so straight and tall
So strong you stood, so sleek and fine
What brought you then to fall?

For you, this love of mine is true
Forever and a day
I had much more to give to you
Why did you disobey?

The storms of life may take their toll
Yet you may thrive and live
Return to me, I値l make you whole
And all I have, I値l give

Once more in bed, I値l lay you down
I値l shower you with love
I値l give to you a golden crown
When joining me above

I知 waiting now for you to show
I値l give you love so sweet
Return, partake of Heaven痴 flow
Become my finest wheat.....

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Submitted: Saturday, July 16, 2011

Last Updated: Saturday, July 16, 2011

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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