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By Michael P. Johnson
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Behold that which The Lord concealed

Behold The Crimson Flow

The secrets things God’s Lamb revealed

Two thousand years ago


Though sickness plagues the human race

Though death a while walks tall

Sinners may see God’s smiling face

When Jesus’ name we call


Though shadows cloud the troubled mind

While darkness taunts the soul

God’s awesome Light can heal the blind

To see man’s crucial goal


Heaven with all that’s promised there

Streets paved with purest gold

Eternal life for all to share

Just as Christ Jesus told


The eyes of Jesus’ chosen wife

Bride of The Father’s will

Will see by faith The Tree Of Life

Revealed on Calvary Hill


We may but need to think a while

Spare Christ a moment’s thought

Turn from the things which God revile

And heed The True report


Let wisdom don its rightful crown

Let knowledge sing its song

Till ignorant walls tumble down

Amidst the maddening throng


Let’s live by faith and not by sight

Move houses built on sand

Let’s build & live to God delight

Just as The Father planned..... 

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Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2016

Last Updated: Saturday, July 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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