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When Jesus Woos His Bide...
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By Michael P. Johnson
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When Jesus Woos His Bride

 

Was someone else in love like this?

Anyone made so free!

What wondrous joy what total bliss

What else has God for me?

 

To be made whole made so alive

Active in selfless thought

Where spirits prosper, souls can thrive

  Where truth alone is sought

 

Such ecstasy, such peace divine

My very core is kissed

Why is it me, how is this mine?

How can such love exist?

 

What peace what joy what sweet romance

From depth of soul I sing

I shake inside I even dance!

What more can Jesus bring?

 

What more can Jesus wake inside?

What more can Heaven pour?

What more awaits Christ’s chosen bride?

Beyond our Father’s Door

 

What treasures wait on hallowed ground?                         

What wonders wait on high?

Beyond blessing through Christ I’ve found

No gold could ever buy

 

The world asks questions every day

Can Heaven offer more?

What happens when we pass away?

When life walks out the door

 

In Christ one thing I know is real

This love this grace in life

This wondrous joy is ours to feel

As Jesus’ loyal wife..... 


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Submitted: Saturday, January 24, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, January 24, 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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