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The Tongue
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Tongue

We think weíre saved we have it made

In churches grand and tall

But some of us will fail the grade

Through wicked tongues we fall

Although Godís Flame burns in oneís heart

We let the devil, speak

From in the mind he tears apart

When thoughts of his we leak

We canít let darkness rule our mind

Dragging us off to hell

Being once filthy lost and blind

Satan; we know too well

Venomous tongues do more than sting

Like swords and knives, they kill

The devilís vicious song theyíll sing

Instead of being still

Weíre saved by grace to live anew

Not walk and speak with guile

From out His mouth will Jesus spew

Such evil stinking bile

For this; we must be first inside!

Of this can be no doubt

We must be part of Jesusí bride

For Him to spit us out!

Itís not to flesh these things are said

The world canít understand

But we in Christ who once were dead

Saved in The Saviourís hand

The tongue can bring such deadly shame

Can turn the wisest blind

Without The Truth in Jesusí name

Lifeís Door weíll never find..... †


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Submitted: Monday, October 22, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, October 22, 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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