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Wars, Wars, Wars
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Wars, Wars, Wars

 

There’s so much hatred round the place

The world seems not to care

For though we travel into space

There’s fighting in the air

 

We’ll spare no cost to see a fool

Women; fighting in mud

Patently stand and watch a pool

Formed by another’s blood

 

There’s violence, and wars galore

Conflicts where none can win

Churches will even close their door

To someone else’s skin

 

When will this foolish practice cease?

When will man’s conflict end

When will the earth solicit peace?

And call each neighbour friend

 

When will we see, world eyes are blind?

Her ears no longer hear

Perceive at last she’s lost her mind?

And lives in total fear

 

She needs to see there’s something more

See benefits of love

She needs to see what life is for

And search for truth above

 

She needs to search till God is found

To see she’s not alone

See Satan losing much more ground

And Jesus on His throne

 

The bride of Christ can bring these things

Through prayer on bended knee

Till serving true, till Heaven sings

Till love flows selfless free.....


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Submitted: Thursday, June 25, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, June 25, 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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