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All Hail the Lamb
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By Michael P. Johnson
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       All Hail the Lamb

Water, flowed from his broken heart

The Heaven’s raged in storm

Man’s crown, that played its gruesome part

Lay by His lifeless form


Pain ceased at last with life’s last thrust

As darkness hid the sun

The King of kings lay in the dust

The Father’s will was done


All hell fell prostrate to its knees

All devils ceased to roar

When Christ The Lord received the keys

To death’s wide gaping door


“Victory” was the cry above

Through temple curtains torn

Now eyes can see the Father’s love

In souls through Christ reborn


For all in Christ will fail to die

Will live God’s face to see

“All hail The Lamb of God,” we’ll cry

 Who ‘s blood has set us free


The devil thought his work was done!

The cross, was Christ’s defeat

But victory rose with God the Son

When death fell at His feet


The spirit world, turned upside down

When God the facts revealed

When Christ put on His glory crown

When Satan’s fate was sealed


Life’s gates today are open wide

Through death upon the tree

Now Jesus reigns and calls inside

To all His blood sets free…..

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Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, November 25, 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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