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Eight from Seven (3)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Eight from Seven (3)

It’s not from books! The Lord is known

But by The Spirit’s might

Who takes and changes hearts of stone

And floods one’s soul with Light

 

Amidst the dead, we can’t remain

When Truth we’ve understood

They’d throw us on the streets again

Thinking they’ve done some good

 

They’re quite content to think they know

God’s secret things on high

The bible says, they’ll make us go

Believing that we lie

 

They’ve done it all before you see

To Luther, in his time

He saw God’s Word that set him free

That others thought a crime

 

Be not afraid of what they do

Obey The Lord above

If when you’re sure! He speaks to you

Then shout it out in love

 

Call out to those who slumber fast

Ring loud the church’s bell

Fill Heaven’s net The Lord has cast

Keep tender plants from hell

 

Then Christ will choose His perfect bride

His Soap, will wash her clean           Mal.3:2-4

His Holy Flame when deep inside

Will purify His queen

 

Our God is real, His promise true

Through faith His bride will live

Yet He who died for me and you

Has so much more to give…..

It’s not from books! The Lord is known

But by The Spirit’s might

Who takes and changes hearts of stone

And floods one’s soul with Light

 

Amidst the dead, we can’t remain

When Truth we’ve understood

They’d throw us on the streets again

Thinking they’ve done some good

 

They’re quite content to think they know

God’s secret things on high

The bible says, they’ll make us go

Believing that we lie

 

They’ve done it all before you see

To Luther, in his time

He saw God’s Word that set him free

That others thought a crime

 

Be not afraid of what they do

Obey The Lord above

If when you’re sure! He speaks to you

Then shout it out in love

 

Call out to those who slumber fast

Ring loud the church’s bell

Fill Heaven’s net The Lord has cast

Keep tender plants from hell

 

Then Christ will choose His perfect bride

His Soap, will wash her clean           Mal.3:2-4

His Holy Flame when deep inside

Will purify His queen

 

Our God is real, His promise true

Through faith His bride will live

Yet He who died for me and you

Has so much more to give…..

It’s not from books! The Lord is known

But by The Spirit’s might

Who takes and changes hearts of stone

And floods one’s soul with Light

 

Amidst the dead, we can’t remain

When Truth we’ve understood

They’d throw us on the streets again

Thinking they’ve done some good

 

They’re quite content to think they know

God’s secret things on high

The bible says, they’ll make us go

Believing that we lie

 

They’ve done it all before you see

To Luther, in his time

He saw God’s Word that set him free

That others thought a crime

 

Be not afraid of what they do

Obey The Lord above

If when you’re sure! He speaks to you

Then shout it out in love

 

Call out to those who slumber fast

Ring loud the church’s bell

Fill Heaven’s net The Lord has cast

Keep tender plants from hell

 

Then Christ will choose His perfect bride

His Soap, will wash her clean           Mal.3:2-4

His Holy Flame when deep inside

Will purify His queen

 

Our God is real, His promise true

Through faith His bride will live

Yet He who died for me and you

Has so much more to give…..


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Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, October 24, 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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