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By Michael P. Johnson
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Some traditions are hard to fight

Men lean on what they find

Too oft a child can't find the light

Where blind still lead the blind


Churches may seem to be alive

Unknown to them their sin

Children therein can't learn or thrive

Traditions binds them in


Women without a hat in there

To speak find oft no place

Yet Christ would use her anywhere!

To share salvation's grace


Tradition oft had Paul in view

Through fragments which they quote

Unknown the truth God's servant knew

When he their letters wrote


Beware traditions become the law

A church could lose her Flame

God's Spirit may never use the door

Where Christ can't place His name


Tradition's like cancer, which grows so quick

From man to man its spread

It keeps us bound makes people sick

If not cast out; oft dead!


Weigh each tradition when it calls

The bad could seep inside

To creep like mildew in your walls

And make you Satan's bride


Let no tradition pull you down

From such; arise and go

To where in Christ you'll find life's crown

To where in truth we grow.....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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