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The Mile Dividing
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Mile Dividing

 

For most; Heaven’s an arduous Way

Full thorns and briars too

But not for those who no more stray

With blessings of The Few

 

They know the troubles of this world

That once they too were cursed

Yet all the darts the devil’s hurled

Have stuck their Saviour first

 

But all of these Christ overcame

Taking them with a smile

Bearing them all that man of shame

May walk that extra mile

 

The mile that love alone can tread

Although not trouble free

It separates the quick and dead

As Jesus’ flock can see

 

Another’s load they’ll gladly bear

So strength may be returned

Their worldly goods be quick to share

Through selfless love they’ve learned

 

So The Way is never hard for them

God’s blotted out their sin

Another’s shame they won’t condemn

But help their souls to win

 

A mile’s not long where love’s alive

Where grace reveals its might

Where love enables to survive

Along The Way of Light

 

So bless your neighbour, show concern

No one can love enough

Loving until The Groom’s return

Life’s road won’t seem so tough.....


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Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, March 6, 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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