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Stop Running Wild
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Stop Running Wild

 

We act so proud we play the fool

We walk as though asleep

Yet bend and often break each rule

Heaven would have us keep

 

If we were parent of a child

Who plays the worldly clown

Would we reward for running wild?

Or would we wear a frown?

 

Some think The Lord should spare the rod

Should pity when we cry

But God in truth would not be God

If He’d just watch us die

 

Our God is Father of us all

He hates to see man fail

It hurts to see His children fall

And burn in Satan’s jail

 

So God will beat and God will chide

Till Truth we’ve come to see

His wise eyes wander far and wide

To set His servants free

 

Our Father loves us to a fault

He seeks His children’s cure

He’ll season each with fire and salt

Until our lives are pure

 

He’ll spare no woman man or child

He’ll trouble heart and soul

Until the last is reconciled

And made completely whole

 

Consider with joy tests and trials

Persevering well

We’ll live to wear eternal smiles

Escaping death and hell.....


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Submitted: Monday, April 20, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, July 29, 2018

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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