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Pursue New Birth
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Pursue New Birth

 

Man’s death begins at life’s first dawn

To suffering and pain

Unless through Christ we’re born again

We walk through life in vain

 

The seed of death’s through Adam sown

Through disobedient man

Within the flesh when selfish grown

We’ll harvest Satan’s plan

 

Whilst fools through life may toss and turn

Blind souls will err and stray

Countless still seek from books to learn

Though death’s not far away

 

Yet every day God hears their call

By night their pitiful cry

“Nothing I’ve done from life to fall

Why am I cursed to die?

 

Am I to blame for Adam’s deed?

Did I resist God’s will?

Am I to reap from ancient seed?

Paying another’s bill?

 

Surely there must be some escape

A bending of the rule

When did I cheat, murder or rape?

Why is Heaven so cruel?

 

But God Himself cries night and day

“Repent and do what’s right

Turn now; my child and walk my Way

Put doubt put fear to flight

 

Receive by faith your birth anew

Dying to flesh and bone

But not by works you may pursue

But through my Son alone” ..... 


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Submitted: Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Last Updated: Tuesday, February 23, 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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