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A Little Here, a Little There
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A Little Here, a Little There

When famine reigned throughout the land

God met His servantís need

He sent him to a brook, and planned

From ravens there to feed

Thus quenched the brook Elijahís thirst

The birds brought daily meat

Whilst three plus years Godís people cursed

Stooping their filth to eat

From this we need to understand

Thereís famine still today

We keep Godís rain from off our land

When sin leads us astray

We often lax in things we do

The duties we perform

We fail to keep The Heaven in view

We fail to stand the storm

A little here, a little there

How deep is Satanís plot?

We fail with God our time to share

Till often quite forgot

We must be true to He who died

To Christ we must return

For only then will God provide

For only then, weíll learn

Best pray The Lord would hear our cry

That through His gracious will

Heíd cause us by a brook to lie

And there receive our fill

Complete in Christ, Godís living Son

Strengthened in Heavenís Might

The Fatherís will, should now be done

Until weíve won the fight..Ö

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Submitted: Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, December 18, 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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