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Don't Give Up!
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The man of God sat down alone

He prayed beneath a tree

Oh Lord my God, I'm on my own

There's no-one left but me!


God heard and felt His servant's pain

In answer to his cry

Said, "Seven thousand yet remain

Why should you seek to die?


Hear these words I speak to you

Return the way you came

I have some work that you can do

To glorify my name


Elijah then was unafraid

He did as God had planned

On us today! God's hand is laid

We too; should understand


No Jezebel can hold us down

Or keep us from life's goals

Going through Christ, from town to town

To heal and free lost souls


No devil's work, can undermine

Nor hinder Heaven's seed

Once we who drink Salvation's wine

Are truly free indee'


We can't afford to sit around

The bible speaks so plain

God's flock must all be safe and sound

For Christ to come again


Soon all the sheep will be inside

Heeding The Shepherd's cry

We'll rise transformed as Jesus' bride

To live and never die.....Michael P. Johnson

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Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Last Updated: Thursday, November 9, 2017

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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