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Two Copper Coins
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Two Copper Coins

 

With two small coins in vicelike grip

Within his God blessed hands

He started on his virgin trip

To near and far off lands

 

Would Jesus truly help him now?

Sanction the way before

Before his head and knees could bow

The Wind shut tight the door

 

He stood amazed as though struck blind

Collecting random thoughts

But then a verse came swift to mind

What Heaven’s Word  reports

 

Again he stood as though quite dead

His face seemed drained of blood

Just two small copper coins, he read

And then he understood

 

Offering first the coins on High

Considering The Way

He heard God’s grace would multiply

Within a single day

 

God said to knock a certain door

The Word was prompt obeyed

Giving the coins the one he saw

He heard this accolade

 

“Come in my house and take a pew

This church has long been blessed

The pastor of these chosen few

Has gone to endless rest

 

With love you followed each command

By faith God’s word you keep”

Then Jesus said with beckoning hand

“So come, feed now my sheep”

…..With two small coins in vicelike grip

Within his God blessed hands

He started on his virgin trip

To near and far off lands

 

Would Jesus truly help him now?

Sanction the way before

Before his head and knees could bow

The Wind shut tight the door

 

He stood amazed as though struck blind

Collecting random thoughts

But then a verse came swift to mind

What Heaven’s Word  reports

 

Again he stood as though quite dead

His face seemed drained of blood

Just two small copper coins, he read

And then he understood

 

Offering first the coins on High

Considering The Way

He heard God’s grace would multiply

Within a single day

 

God said to knock a certain door

The Word was prompt obeyed

Giving the coins the one he saw

He heard this accolade

 

“Come in my house and take a pew

This church has long been blessed

The pastor of these chosen few

Has gone to endless rest

 

With love you followed each command

By faith God’s word you keep”

Then Jesus said with beckoning hand

“So come, feed now my sheep”…..


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Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, November 11, 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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