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Gathering Storms
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Gathering Storms

 

Vigilant; since our bye gone days

Patient beyond compare

God’s eyes observe our shameful ways

All those who fail to care

 

No place to hide from pole to pole

Valley or mountain peak

Horror threatens the sinful soul

Terror, the wayward weak

 

Nothing will stop the coming wrath

The Master’s mighty hand

Nothing can flee The Flaming path

Moving from land to land  

 

We need God’s grace His selfless love

To see the state we’re in

To see we need to rise above

The cause of wanton sin

 

True faith we need to exercise

In hope of that to be

Beyond life’s storms in Paradise

God’s promises to see

 

However harsh the winds may blow

However long they reign

Torrential hale or blinding snow

Each tempest storm’s in vain

 

In Jesus’ hand man’s safe and sound

At Jesus’ feet there’s peace

Through Jesus’ blood we can be found

Where life will never cease 

 

Let gathering blizzards rant and rage

Harassing rank and file

Looking towards the coming age

A-midst the storms and smile.....


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Submitted: Thursday, July 14, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, July 14, 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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