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By Michael P. Johnson
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Soon

 

The days grow ever shorter now

Our season’s passing by

One’s selfishness to Christ should bow

Before we rise or die

 

By grace of God we have a choice

Reject demonic lies

Or heed salvation’s healing voice

Before we close our eyes

 

As yet The Truth is crying out

Continuing to draw

Who’ll stand in, doubt foolish doubt?

To enter Heaven’s Door

 

The Saviour’s arms are still held wide

However great one’s shame

Grace calls to all to come inside

Trusting in Jesus’ name

 

Yet who’ll take Jesus at His word?

Accept they’ve gone astray

Who will believe the gospel heard

And walk life’s narrow Way

 

Now who’ll succeed and who will fail?

Who’ll stand the test of time?

Who’ll still believe the devil’s tale?

And fail through lives of crime

 

Plainly the choice has each to make

The grace of God’s quite clear

Accept The Truth; that which is fake

Selection’s whilst we’re here

 

Let not God’s warning be in vain

How soon will close His Door?

The Bridegroom soon will come again

And grace will be no more.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, February 11, 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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