WordChimes poetry chimes
Chime Of The Day
Poetry Chimes
Newest Poems
Featured Poet
Poet Chimers
Child Chimes
Blog
Chime Links
ENC--Class of '55
WordChimes Founder Quentin Clingerman
Contact Us
 
 
 

Be Rid of Yeast
Viewed Last 24 Hours: 0 time

By Michael P. Johnson
Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson


 

Be Rid of :Yeast

 

We’re told to rid one’s self of yeast

Clouding a child like mind

Instead; we forage like some beast

Consuming filth we find

 

Theories here, doctrines there

Philosophy wide spread

Shifting, changing what God would share

Till countless walk as dead

 

God’s Holy Word is much abused

Veiling His guiding Light

The whole wide world is so confused

She wanders through the night

 

Her knowledge is the devil’s own

Her wisdom’s less than rare

Content to reign on theory’s throne

Gross foolishness to share

 

Her books are read, their contents taught

Her laws and rules deployed

Denied is God, His true report

Jesus is null and void

 

But Christ forewarned these things would be

Like Noah’s day before

Living, loving debauchery

We’d close to God our door

 

The day has come the night’s far spent

God’s warning’s loud and clear

Unless from sin we now repent

God’s wrath we’ll more than fear

 

The world’s now feeling labour pains

God gives to understand

Yet for a while His grace remains

In Jesus’ righteous hand…..


Timely Comments on this Poem

No comments currently exist for this poem.

Submit Your Comment

(will be kept private)
Comment:



Please enter the code above into the box below:


Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, February 12, 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.


Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson

Currently Playing:


[Add Your Poem]

[Chime Of The Day] [Poetry Chimes] [New Chimes] [Poet Chimers] [Blog] [Chime Links] [ENC--Class of '55] [Home]