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Was It Your Hands.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † † Was It Your Hands.....

Manís evil heartís a mess of shame

Chock full of lust and pride

It needs Godís grace, Salvationís Flame

It needs Godís love inside

No man can boast a perfect soul

No woman without flaw

No one can claim theyíve earned lifeís goal

Whoíve disobeyed Godís law

Say not your hands have brought you wealth†† ĖDeut.8:17

Your house, your car, your jewels

Nor think itís you; maintaining health

Such are the thoughts of fools

Itís through Godís Lamb, the blood He shed

Though Jesus Christ once slain

The living One though once was dead

With power to rise again

Declare these facts Godís Truth to man

Bear witness Heavenís Light

Give praise to Christ whilst yet you can

Through whom weíve robes of white

Thereís none too great so clean within

We all have feared the grave

No being on earth lives free from sin

Who need not God to save

However high in life we scale

However deep we fell

Itís Christ; who frees from Satanís jail

Itís Christ; who saves from hell

Thereís no one perfect, no not one

We all have fallen short

Believe The Father, Ghost & Son

Believe The True report..Ö

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Submitted: Sunday, March 3, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, March 3, 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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