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Whom Do They Serve?
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Whom Do They Serve?

 

Although she bore God’s Son and Christ

Though truth is plain to see

Mary was never sacrificed

To set God’s children free

 

If one would read the true report

Would read her humble song            LK.1:47

They’d find she too had fallen short

Needing to right her wrong

 

For God’s elect was flesh and bone

Mortal as you and I

Unlike her Son, life’s Cornerstone

Through sin she too would die

 

She’d join the rich, the worldly poor

She’d taste the kiss of death

Like all who’ve lived and gone before

Since Adam first drew breath

 

Did Mary not so testify?

Is not the facts to read?

So why do some believe the lie

She lives to intercede

 

Does not all flesh embrace the earth?

Did God not say it should

Perfect to rise through second birth

Through Jesus’ perfect blood

 

Cast out the devil’s evil spawn

His lies his gross deceit

Receive The Truth become reborn

And rise in Christ complete   

 

To God there’s only one true door

One Way man must pursue

That those who’ll live for evermore

May walk and enter through.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, May 26, 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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