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Be Not Of The Nine
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Be Not Of The Nine


Walking along their lonesome road

Ten lepers met The Light

Who saw at once their loathsome load

And healed them of their plight


All ten went gladly on their way

So priests could deem them healed

Yet one alone returned that day

His gratitude to yield


Many still come, their soul to save

Many would life receive

Many would flee from death and grave

How many though believe?


We’ll lift our voice we’ll raise our arms

We’ll pray and shout loud praise

We’ll bless God’s name with hymns and psalms

Yet who will serve these days?


Who’ll seek God’s face in gratitude?

Who’ll make God’s joy complete?

As helper in the multitude

As servants washing feet?


Who’ll give their all and hold their breath?

Who’ll walk their Saviour’s Way?

Who’ll be obedient unto death?

Or till the youngest day


We all have sinned and fallen short

We all have lepers been

But who’ll believe the true report

For grace to intervene


If love has taught to understand

If life has blessed one’s soul

Who’ll return with a willing hand?

Thankful God made them whole?.....  

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Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, August 21, 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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