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The Master's Cup
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Master's Cup

A vessel made by God above

Was formed for use on earth

So humble, yet with all His love

A cup was given birth

Through countless hands in common use

It passed from day to day

Defiled and marred through manís abuse

As refuse cast away

Created with much love and care

By God Himself designed

The cup lay now in disrepair

In filth and out of mind

All this was in The Masterís sight

The sorrow and the pain

So sad to see His vesselís plight

Godís love was stirred again

God chose His Son to wash it clean

With love through grace restored

Again as new it should be seen

In service of The Lord

Within The Potterís skilful hand

Reforming simple soil

To help His children understand

Christ fills with precious oil

In streams, Lifeís Liquid Light must flow

Must saturate the earth

Must cause the barren land to grow

And bring through love to birth

Salvationís Well can never drain

When used, it fills anew

So in His hand Godís cup again

Will quench His faithful fewÖ..


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Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, October 26, 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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