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I Don"t Care
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I Don't Care

 

Did you ever visit I Don’t Care?

And seen his sallow frown?

Did you see his shoes his clothes his hair

His broken teeth worn brown

 

His residence is like a tomb

Each room like some old shed

Have lived to see such dismal gloom?

Round someone not yet dead

 

His mansion; though most like to live

Born as a millionaire!

Failing to see his hand to give

From all he’s had to share

 

How can he live, how does he sleep

Even exist that way?

The bible says that which we reap

We’ve had so sow one day

 

But what on earth could he have done?

Juts what is Don’t Care’s sin?

What evil web could he have spun?

To earn the state he’s in

 

But are these eyes of mine so blind?

My heart’s so cold and dead?

For I Don’t Care I need to find

A way to turn his head

 

Perhaps to weep surely to pray

I need to seek God’s face

That he may find The Lord one day

His endless love and grace

 

I just don’t care, I need to try

I need to share God’s love

If I Don’t Care, were then to die

He’d rise with Christ above.....


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Submitted: Saturday, June 6, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, June 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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