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Cross the Bridge
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Cross the Bridge


We loved to hear our parents tell

Of legends long ago

Of Heaven’s Light of darkest hell

Before to bed we’d go


But Heaven’s not a fairy tale

Hell’s fire not a lie

Satan we’ll see when life we fail

Beyond the day we die


Eternity waits for everyone

Beyond the silent tomb

But only those with Christ God’s Son

Escape hell’s dreadful gloom


Best cross The Bridge to life my friend

Upon The Wind to ride

Let’s live to live before time’s end

Beyond the great divide


One’s day of death draws ever near

Surely his face we’ll see

Yet only those have need to fear

Who have no Guarantee!


Without The Lord God Jesus Christ

Without His Fire within

Without the blood He sacrificed

To wash away the sin


But who’ll believe and see The Light

Who’ll walk Salvation’s path

Be perfect in The Father’s sight

And flee the coming wrath


Turn now to whom The Father sent

Through truth of wisdom learn

Only a fool will not repent

Only a fool will burn…..

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Submitted: Sunday, October 23, 2016

Last Updated: Sunday, October 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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