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Aids to Aids
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Aids to Aids



 



“Praying, hoping soaked with fear



He knew it as he cried



Death’s dark shadows drew him near



He’d nowhere left to hide



 



What could he say what could he do?



What choice could still remain?



No help in sight no hope in view



Had life been lived in vane?



 



He failed to know or understand



He never meant her harm



He saw the needle in her hand



And then within his arm



 



He’d health and wealth until that day



How foolish he had been



He’d tried to show her Jesus’ Way



Why did he intervene?



 



He only stopped to give her aid



Her life was living hell



His service though she duly paid



He now had aids as well



 



So seeking there The Father’s face



Would Jesus Christ forgive?



Did time remain to find His grace?



Would God allow him live”?



 



“Right then I saw the truth my friend”



“He told me with a sigh



He knew it wasn’t quite the end



Although he still would die



 



He’d tried to help an addict live



He tried to stop her pain



Yet through his faith; God life will give



When Jesus comes again”.....



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Submitted: Thursday, January 15, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, January 15, 2015

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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