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Even on a Death Bed.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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   Even on a Death Bed.....

What can be told the sick in bed?

For people dying do?

How can we help before they’re dead?

To give them hope anew

 

Reveal that death, is but a sleep

Life’s like a proving race

This final hurdle we need to leap

Before we see God’s face

 

Propose they try to understand

That death is just the door

Leading into The Promised land

Where Christ has gone before

 

Explain when we to Jesus turn

To Heaven’s Lamb, The Lord

How quick The Truth they’d come to learn

How sinners flee the sword

 

From garret loft to mansion grand

This world is just a test

Where only those who live as planned

Will find eternal rest

 

Regardless of positions now

What depth of sin one’s trod

Only whose knee to Christ will bow

May find the grace of God

 

But if we think that God’s a lie

That Christ is just a tale

Grace cannot help us when we die

If when life’s test we fail

 

Failing to set our neighbours free

Failing life’s facts to tell

We too may fail God’s face to see

May find eternal hell.....


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Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013

Last Updated: Friday, August 30, 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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