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Though Blessings Tarry.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † Though Blessings Tarry.....

Although in Christ for truth we strive

Though seed in love we sow

It seems but only tares can thrive

And Satanís weeds can grow

So oft we plant lifeís living seed

With good intent in mind

To see through pest through evil weed

Godís help is hard to find

God seems averse to see success

Hesitant to a fault

Reluctant to help even bless

Those seasoned with His Salt

Some think The Lord pays little heed

However hard we toil

However high the tare and weed

However dry the soil

How long we ask has man to serve?

Must death stretch forth its hand?

Does not a child of God deserve?

The goodness of the Land!

Though shameful fruit grows straight and tall

Sinners grow rich and thrive

No child of God will ever fall

Whoís faith remains alive

For Jesusí timingís always right

Godís arm is never short

Its we; living as Christís delight

Who doubt the true report

Tarry my child is Godís command

Hold fast my love and wait

To you the fruit Iíve always planned

Will never come too lateÖ..


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Submitted: Sunday, August 11, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, August 11, 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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