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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † Which is your Door.

The worldís absorbed in endless strife

Which way should one pursue?

There is a Door to endless life

But death has got one too

Now these doors live; with ear and voice

Theyíre calling night and day

To man itís free to make his choice

To which heíll pave the way

The door to death is wide and tall

Through sin, we have the key

Behind, we hear the devilís call

ďCome in the way is freeĒ

Itís top and sides are sin and shame

Itís hinged with selfish pride

Disobedience, is the name

That calls to walk inside

The Door to lifeís a cross of wood

So narrow plain and small

The frame of which festooned with blood

Cries out to one and all

Thereís many ways to Satanís layer

To God, there leads but one

The way to life, we find through prayer

Through grace and through Godís Son

Through Jesus Christ The Door to life

Godís Lamb, lifeís narrow Way

The Way to end manís foolish strife

And endless peace today

Who find themselves in Satanís layer

Yet seek lifeís Way to flight

They need but now to kneel in prayer

For God to send His Light.....†

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Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, December 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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