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Thorn Plagued Weeds
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Thorn Plagued Weeds

 

This world is oft a battle ground

With pain lies and fears

Where conflicts wars where fights abound

Flooding souls with tears

 

So many living life of strife

May think this statement odd

Who hate their neighbour in this life

Is also hating God

 

Hate is the pride of Satan’s tools

Pouring it forth like wine

Filling cups of kings and fools

Displeasing the Divine

 

But love springs forth from Heaven’s streams

Straight from the heart of Christ

Rewarding far beyond one’s dreams

When truly sacrificed

 

When justly shared with one in need

When loving hearts give free

Souls will receive the planted seed

That grows into a tree

 

A tree with trunk with deep strong roots

With branches reaching wide

Bearing to them, sweet wondrous fruits

Who bitter tears have cried

 

God sees the tears His children weep

He hopeful the seed we sow

Of which the harvest each will reap

When to our rest we go

 

Hatred but yields an empty tare

The fruit of barren seed

Instead of love’s eternal share

It reaps but thorny weed…..


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Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, November 2, 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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