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David and Jonathan
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By Michael P. Johnson
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David and Jonathan


This man I met was not too tall

Slim built with pleasant pose

His hope and faith were all but small

That time would soon expose


Not ball too friendly at the start

I thought him proud and cold

But when I saw the child at heart

My love grew fast and bold


Wisdom’s virtue was not unknown

Knowledge beyond his years

He knew The Lord God on His throne

Could answer all his prayers


A warrior of prayer and sword

A friend to rich and poor

He preached of Jesus Christ his Lord

And taught of what was sure


In Christ alone he saw his course

Through Christ he saw The Light

Through Jesus’ gospel as his source

He drew the will to fight


Our friendship grew beyond compare

We’d talk hours and hours

We each had love we sought to share

As blessings came in showers


Seasoned with love’s most precious salt

In things of God so wise

Because his faith was not at fault

In Jesus’ arms he lies


My friend awaits his final call

Through grace of birth anew

A living stone in Jesus’ wall

Who served his Master true.....Alvin.....       

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Submitted: Saturday, December 27, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, December 27, 2014

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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