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The Body of Christ
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By Michael P. Johnson
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††† The body of Christ

Christís body is His church on earth

Nurtured to serve Him well

Obedience leads to second birth

And from the doors to hell

The eyes, of God have all in sight

That none of His should stray

He longs to share Salvationís light

Revealing Heavenís Way

The feet yet wandering dusty trails

Ford rivers swift and deep

Clamber green hills, tread rocky dales

To find His Fatherís sheep

Within His heart, dwells Godís elite

For which He paid the cost

Shedding tears with every beat

For lambs still blind and lost

His back looks like a furrowed field

Ravaged ripped wide and torn

For sinful souls that they be healed

And through His blood reborn

The bloody hands He held out wide

Whilst dying on the tree

Beckoning still to come inside

ďMy love has set you freeĒ

The head that found on earth no rest

That once was crowned with thorn

The flesh that died passed every test

So man could be reborn

Truly Godís Lamb will come to reign

Through faith we see itís true

Who trust in Him though yet in pain

Will rise; to life anew....

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Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, March 2, 2012

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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