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Do your Share
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By Michael P. Johnson
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          “Do your Share”

Now rid of all our dreadful past

We say we’re born anew

Walking along life’s road at last

With nothing more to do


But though we say, “Now life is mine

I’m part of David’s Root”

The Lord will surely prune His Vine

Of branches void of fruit


Till life’s last war is fought and won

Till God’s content on high

The work on earth must still be done

Through such as you and I


Why else should Heaven wealth invest?

With thieves and lazy fools

Why would God grant us endless rest?

If when we’re not His tools


We duck and dive we twist and swerve

Failing to lend a hand

When Christ Himself, came down to serve –Mt.20:28

Throughout the promised land –Mt.8:20


Consider how The Truth first came

Ere Christ became our own

Before He took away our shame

And changed our heart of stone


How did our failings come to end?

How did death’s herald flee?

Was not some other used my friend?

With grace to set us free


Do likewise now as Jesus said –Jn.13:12-17

Go forth and do the same –Mt.28:18-20

Seek out the lost, raise up the dead

In Jesus’ mighty name….

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Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, February 18, 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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