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Christ Our Hope
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Christ Our Hope

 

Of filth we seek our minds to fill

We disobey God’s plan

We rob we cheat we lie and kill

The truth and fellow man

 

Seeking the devil’s cup to drink

Swimming in Satan’s flow

There is no depth we wouldn’t sink

No length we wouldn’t go

 

God says to love with heart and might

To treat all neighbours fair

To live in peace sharing the light

With others everywhere

 

But steeped in sin we prowl at night

Rob friends and neighbour blind

Through drugs through booze we take our flight

To ease a troubled mind

 

Its Satan’s plan to keep us weak

Our fellow man to hate

In darkest hell a place to seek

To share his gruesome fate

 

He’ll feed one’s mind with lies with lust

In sin and shame to fail

Till heart and soul grovel in dust

Within one’s self made jail

 

Though pitiful, yet not quite lost

True hope stands willing by

In He who came to pay the cost

Who chose for us to die

 

Whatever deadly seed we’ve sown

How deep our neighbours pain

When faith we place on Christ alone

Life’s Hope died not in vain….. 


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Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, February 11, 2016

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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