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Climbing Higher
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By Michael P. Johnson
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      CLIMBING HIGHER

We buy a house that cannot last

A car that’s doomed to rust

Few think about our wayward past

Or when we turn to dust

 

With God most find no time to talk

For church they’ve no desire

With Satan though, they choose to walk

And think they’ll flee hell’s fire

 

They fear no God, nor coming wrath

They’re arrogant and proud

Eager to walk the darkest path

And mingle with the crowd

 

But praise The Lord I’m on The Way

I’m bound for higher ground

Although this tent may soon decay 

The Tree Of Life I’ve found

 

Though still life’s roads have many thorns

Though serpents seek to kill

By taking heed while God forewarns

I’m climbing higher still

 

The devil’s way is not for me

I’ll feel no vengeful sword

I’ve found obedience is the key

When Christ became my Lord

 

Serving The Lord, loving God’s Son

Heeding life’s Coach within

Through Heaven’s Lamb the battle’s won

Through love we conquer sin

 

Be unafraid when truth is yours

If Christ you see as King

The grave has closed it’s gaping jaws

And death has lost its sting.....


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Submitted: Sunday, February 1, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, February 1, 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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