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By Michael P. Johnson
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How foolish are your songs of pride

While Jesus seeks to dwell inside

Humble yourself reject your shame

Receive Life’s Spirit’s purging Flame


No woman’s child will come to fall

Just those who think to know it all

My face from these I’ll surely hide

For as I live I hate false pride


There’s nought of self that man can boast

Your strength is of The Holy Ghost

He comes quite free no price to pay

But that you love and walk my Way


Your pride is sin to holy eyes

Like shameful lust and evil lies

But yet there is a pride sin free

The sort a child can have in me


With heads aloft I see the proud

Singing, dancing to please the crowd

Arrogant flesh walking alone

Devoid of truth in hearts of stone


My humble children understand

No haughty fool will dwell my land

Refusing through pride their knees to bend

They fail to see their dreadful end


The prince of pride who’s of the night

To me was once a great delight

But pride took hold with self desire

Now he awaits eternal fire


Obey my child when now I call

Allow through Christ your pride to fall

Receive the cup He brings you free

Drink deep life’s source to victory…..

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Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 12, 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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