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Imagine Being Dead
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Imagine Being Dead

 

Can you imagine being dead?

Spare it a little thought

Allow it flow around your head

Then share your true report

 

Was first your mind choked with fear?

Seeing the pit of hell

Then you saw you still were here

 Alive kicking and well

 

Your primal thoughts we need to see

We need to spend more time

Then in a while you may agree

You’re guilty of some crime

 

Let’s spare perhaps a moment more

Ponder about your past

Could Christ be knocking at your door?

Before life’s dye is cast

 

Be serious for yet a while

Life’s not a game to play

It’s not a time like fools to smile

So near to judgement day

 

Perhaps you think that hell’s a lie

The grave’s just like a bed

That nothing happens when we’re die

That when we’re dead, we’re dead!

 

But death in truth is just a door

An entrance each will share

Beyond; we’ve life forever more

The question is but where?

 

Consider well, before you speak

Hell’s gate’s both wide and tall

Best come and join this Jesus’ freak

And choose the door that’s small…..


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Submitted: Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, August 4, 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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