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If All Were Free
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By Michael P. Johnson
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If All Were Free

 

If all on earth would see The Light

Would see the devil’s charms

We’d quit The living God to fight

We’ll leap into His arms

 

If all nations were free to hear

Were free to air their voice

Were free to serve without fear

The Truth would be their choice

 

If all could live completely free

Could choose to whom we pray

Could unafraid bend Christ our knee

They’d walk God’s chosen Way

 

Countless would rise with heartfelt praise

Accept The Lord as King

Would follow Jesus all our days

Life’s victory song to sing

 

Our hearts would see, souls understand

We’d play no longer fool

We’d give and take our neighbour’s hand

And love; our lives would rule 

 

On Heaven’s Word we all would feed

As Bread sent from above

We’d see and meet each other’s need

And live The Way of love

 

Rid of the past, of foolish doubt

Differences cast aside

We’d sing with countless tongues devout

Beyond the last divide      

 

As bride we’d enter Paradise 

Virgins free and pure

United with He who paid the price

We’d enter Heaven’s door.....


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Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, May 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.


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