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The Old and the New
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Old and the New

 

Some come to church sit down and cry

They moan they groan and say

It’s not the same as days gone by

When Jesus came my way

 

The ministry is not the same

The services they bring

The way we worship Jesus’ name

The modern songs we sing

 

The waving hands the stamping feet

Receiving bread and wine

Hugging each other when we meet

When shaking hands was fine

 

What’s happened to the atmosphere?

The formal way of prayer

The way we showed godly fear

Through what we had to share

 

There’s so much laughter going on

Dancing within the aisles

Even when praising God’s own Son

The pews are full of smiles

 

Who’s walk has brought them through life’s Door

Who’ve whiled beneath The Tree

God’s Bread just as His Dew before

Comes to His children free

 

The gifts we have our talents too

The seed God’s had to sow

Is meant for lifting up the few

For Jesus bride to grow

 

Be wise and know one fact is true

However much you grieve

The old’s no better than the new

For those who Christ believe.....


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Submitted: Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, June 17, 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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