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Cesspools & Sewers
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † Cesspools & Sewers

No longer streets, are safe to walk

Houses are locked and barred

We must beware to whom we talk

To whom we give regard

The youth today scarce show remorse

Small children cheat and steal

Tongues of many have grown so course

What must The Lord God feel?

In not few homes the devilís guest

Being worshipped and adored

The wicked thrive as though theyíre blessed

Without Godís Christ as Lord

Who thinks today of lost and waif?

Who cares for wrinkled brow?

Even in bed thereís no one safe

How deep has man sunk now?

Must sin increase to heights unknown?

Must shame seek depths unseen?

Have hearts become so cold as stone?

Can Jesus find His queen?

How far has man from God to stray?

How deep has flesh to fall?

How can we hope to live this way?

When Jesus makes His call

Oceans; become as cesspools now

Lakes; a stinking sewer

While knees to God refuse to bow

Christís flock grows sick and fewer

Recall the days of Lot and wife

When God sent forth the rain

Must stench of shame become so rife?

Heíll send down wrath againÖ..

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Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Last Updated: Saturday, February 9, 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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