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Who Will Make It?
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Who Will Make It?


Who can declare that death’s no more?

That endless life is mine?

Who has The Key to Heaven’s Door?

And drinks Salvation’s Wine


Alone who dwell beneath God’s wing

Who’s boast is based on high

Who make God’s Son their Lord and King

Who’s favour none can buy


They who hear Salvation’s voice

Who trust and who obey

Who make God’s Lamb their life long choice

Who stand while all else stray


When health and wealth is less than rare

Through fire through icy gale

Who place their hope in humble prayer

And trust it not to fail


Who choose to serve what ere the cost

Though pestilence and sword

Even when earth and Heaven’s tossed

Their trust is in The Lord


These; can declare God’s Son as friend

Whatever called to do

They’ll stand Him firm unto the end?

As did His chosen few


They’re known by name as God’s elite

The bride of Christ His Son

Awaiting now their Groom to greet

When work on earth is done


There’s room my friend for you and I

There’s room for all who dare

Willing even for Christ to die?

Eternity to share......

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Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, April 4, 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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