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No Price To Freedom
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By Michael P. Johnson
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No Price To Freedom

 

We err we stray we land in jail

This fact we all must tell

If no one comes to pay our bail

We’re doomed to roast in hell

 

Condemned to burn with Satan’s horde

Suffer the fate of fools

Eternally suffer God’s sword

For breaking Heaven’s rules

 

No one can flee no one can die

No one can earn release

If pardons though were free to buy

Torment for some would cease

 

If endless life was up for sale

The poor would seek The Christ

The rich and cunning would hardly fail

However highly priced

 

But since salvation’s gratis free

Though seems of little worth

So few bother to bend their knee

For Christ and brand new birth

 

Its not in vogue nor present craze

It’s not considered cute

Few seek the time these latter days

Or change their world pursuit

 

What would it take to change their mind?

Help walk the extra mile

To stop them walking dead and blind

But seek The Way worthwhile

 

It’s tough to turn a proud man’s head

To change one’s stubborn view

Even when rising from the dead

One finds it hard to do.....


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Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, November 12, 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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