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On Dusty Shelves
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By Michael P. Johnson
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On Dusty Shelves

 

Bibles lie dusty on our shelves

Praying grows less than rare 

But still we look inside ourselves

With self appraising air

 

Deceived! We sing the sweetest song

Dancing the devil’s lie

Saying we’re right all others wrong

Watching each other die

 

We say God’s love with nod and smile

Listen while preachers shout

But when God calls we run a mile

Writhing in filth and doubt

 

We’ll seek God’s gifts and deem it right

To take the highest chair

Robed in purple, red, blue and white

Consuming Heaven’s fair

 

But on the street when called to sing

Lost sinful souls to free

Religion’s then; a personal thing

That no one else should see

 

We close content our closet door

We sit till old and grey

Is this; what Christ Jesus died for?

And why He saves today

 

We need to change, we must repent

Render one’s heart and soul

For serving God, is just life’s rent

Until we reach our goal

 

We need to lend a helping hand

Add numbers to the few

Until we’ve reached The Promised Land

On earth there’s much to do..... 


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Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, May 8, 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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