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Simon the Sorcerer.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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       Simon the Sorcerer.....

Mankind could go to any length

Could open any door

If one could use The Spirit’s strength

He’d have the world and more


So Simon thought he’d play the host –Ac.8:9-25

To Jesus’ promised Guide

He sought to buy The Holy Ghost

Unlike the chosen bride –Ac.2:38-41


Through miracles, he’d reach his goal

He’d harvest gold and fame

Never thinking to lose his soul –Mt.16:26

And reap eternal shame


Some even now, don’t understand

The fact this act would tell

Serving themselves like Simon planned

Along their road to hell


This isn’t always so at first

To Christ some hearts were true

But then as if by Satan cursed

For riches they pursue


Their greedy hand will feel no shame

Thinking to do no wrong

They’ll often use Christ Jesus’ name

To sing their avid song


Is this; what Jesus meant to be?

Disciples, stealing bread!

Should not God’s Truth be shared for free?

To raise the walking dead!


Of course a labourer’s worth their salt

Even serving The Lord

But if The Judge sees Simon’s fault

They’ll reap their just reward..…

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Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Last Updated: Wednesday, February 20, 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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