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Iron Does Sharpen Iron.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † †Iron Does Sharpen Iron.....

With outstretched arms with warm embrace

Gathered this varied throng

Midst an air of amazing grace

In praise they sang their song

To worship God they came to meet

From near and far off lands

Strangers made one, at Jesus feet

With bibles in their hands

Some black, yellow, some brown, some white

Praising in one accord

Praying together within plain sight

Of Christ their risen Lord

When all in turn their place they took

Within that room of light

Discussion of their favoured book

Began with sweet delight

Godís testing; was the chosen theme

Then faith was brought to bear

Smiles gave way to thoughtful beam

As each brought forth their share

A wink, a nod, the odd surprise

A shuffle here and there

As revelations opened eyes

Through thoughts voiced everywhere

Eager fingers would pages turn

Through questions, where and why

When each from each began to learn

As each received from high

New vigour filled these chosen few

New strength flowed through The Vine

They saw once more Godís Word is true

As iron sharpened iron.....

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Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, August 26, 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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