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By Michael P. Johnson
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            Fruit of the vine

Prepare to meet your God today –Amos.4:12

The morn may see no dawn –Pr.27:1

Bear Heaven fruit along The Way –Gen.4:4

The fruit of true love born –Ro.7:4


Beware in Christ o barren wife –Mt.25:24-30

In churches tall and fine

The Gardener nears with pruning knife

To cut and cleanse The Vine –Mt.3:10


The fig tree cursed by Christ The Lord –Mk.11:14-20

Soon perished from the root –Mk.11:20-21

God’s Word becomes a mighty sword

Where trees renounce love fruit


For twelve long years a woman bled –Mt.9:20

Her gold and silver gone –Mt.5:26

“If but I touch His cloak,” she said –Mt.9:21

“Of Christ, God’s Lamb & Son”


Power; released caressed her soul –Lk.8:46

Ignited by faith’s fair hand

God’s substance made the woman whole

As in belief she’d planned –Lk.8:48


Today; that power’s in Jesus’ Flame –Ac.1:8

The Holy Ghost within –Eph.3:17

He comes to lift Christ’s holy name –Jn,15:26

Through purging filth and sin –Mt.3:11-12


The rugged tree on Calvary hill –Ac.5:30

Bore Christ! God’s Seed divine –Mt.16:16

He died, that love would grow until –Jn.12:24

The earth has drunk His wine –Mt.28:19


Delight when now He comes to prune

The parts we find so sweet

He’ll never see them come to ruin –Eze.18:32

Growing at Jesus’ feet…..

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Submitted: Saturday, December 8, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, December 8, 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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