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The Spider's Web
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By Michael P. Johnson
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      The Spider's Web

Once flies, upon a summer jaunt

Survey a welcome sight

They‘ll land within a spider’s haunt

Robbing their hope of flight


Glistening dewdrops lure them oft

Their sight gives such a thrill

Believing nectar, from aloft

They’ll swoop, to slurp their fill


Few flies escape when thus enticed

When webs with dewdrops cling

Just like fools who hear of Christ

Who’ll still reject as King


The world must learn the fly’s mistake

Must learn of hell’s disguise

Remain well clear, of hell’s vast lake

Or end like foolish flies


The jaws of hell, are gaping wide

With titbits; by the score

Luring one to walk inside

Beyond the spider’s door


One day we’re here, the next we’re dead

For flies, the dye is cast

Beware! The sticky road ahead

Could hold you also fast


We need someone, to show The Way

There’s so much yet to know

We need more strength, to win the day

Against the cunning foe


Not always, is a web to see

How swift we’re caught and bound

We need Jesus to keep us free

Until we’re safe and sound…..

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Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Last Updated: Wednesday, January 30, 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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