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Come out from There
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By Michael P. Johnson
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         Come out from there

 

Beware my child, come out from there

Heed well the words I've said

With hypocrites you have no share

Come in the ark instead

 

Some people like to say they're mine

Their bones instead are dry

The One I sent they undermine

Still in their filth, they'll die

 

From such as these take no more part

Your name is in my hand

You love your God with all your heart

But they don't understand

 

They say Lord, Lord, with hearts of stone

Religious ways they seek

Pleasing themselves when on their own

That's how their bowels are weak

 

Come leave them to the things they do

I've seen the nights you've cried

That's why my child I've come to you

For such as you I died

 

Don't grieve for those you leave behind

They've all been told before

But foolishly they've grown so blind

They fail to find my door

 

I have; a place for you to go

A church I'll have you see

My children there will help you grow

With them, you'll worship me

 

They fast, they pray, doing as taught

My truth, they've made their own

They all believe my Son's report

And live to me alone......


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Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, May 20, 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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