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Self the Devil's Whore (3)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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††† Self the Devil's Whore (3)

So deep Iíd felt my loverís knife

So high my dungeonís wall

Always a whore never a wife

Always at beck and call

Though ravaged, hurt abused inside

Heart torn with awesome pain

Christ claimed me as His virgin bride

And gave me hope again

He stripped me of my filthy gown

In blood He steeped me whole

He gave to me Salvationís crown

And saved my wretched soul

Saved from destruction, rescued from hell

My eyes now trained above

Iím wise to Satan, the wares heíd sell!

Within the hands of love

Heís intimate with great and small

Their weakness ever wise

Eager seducing God would call

So glad to take them prize

Even Godís house is not without

Not few still bear his name

With pride he clouds their heads with doubt

Infesting hearts with shame

Beware the church those born-again

Is truly Christ your head?

Thereís no one safe from Satanís reign

Manís flesh is never dead

We need Godís Son, His shield of Light

His armour made for war

I know in Christ weíll win the fight

For ďIĒ was Satanís whore.....

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Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, July 26, 2013

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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