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To the Bride Revealed
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By Michael P. Johnson
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To the Bridde Revealed

 

 

So few will find eternal rest

So few will find true Peace

So few will pass God’s simple test

Bringing from death release

 

The devil’s fruit they’ll reap instead

The bible tells it well

No drop to drink no meat or bread

Is in the bowels of hell

 

There’s no release from Satan’s cage

No grace and no parole

Eternal is the painful wage

Of each polluted soul

 

Rebellious hearts as hard as stone

Putrid each wayward mind

Oozing foul puss from flesh and bone

Within the pit confined

 

Always in filth, no the hope of death

No peaceful longed for tomb

But stench gross torment breathe for breathe

Screaming in the gloom

 

Where else for souls with no remorse

Who’ve lived for selfish gain

The Lord remains but one sole course

If righteousness should reign

 

Yet some will say “This cannot be

God’s not a God of fear”

Failing to know, they cannot see

Having no ears to hear

 

It’s by God’s grace The Truth is seen

The facts of love divine

Promised and given Jesus’ queen

To drink as priceless wine..... 


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Submitted: Friday, September 25, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, September 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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