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Who Have Ears
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Who Have Ears


You who have ears listen well

Lift up your eyes and see

Heaven is there and endless hell

Waiting for you and me


To which! The choice is yours and mine

For each there’s ample space

Eternally in hell’s confine

Or free with Heaven’s grace


Selfless vibrant ready at hand

Love is constant ever

Through which a child may understand

He who’ll fail them never


With bloody face and dried out tongue

Obedience complete

Upon a bloody tree Love hung

Through nails in hands and feet


Unselfishly He gave His all

Obediently He died

As living hope to all who fall

That love be multiplied


Deliberate His chosen path

Innocent every stride

That we may flee eternal wrath

Upon The Wind to ride


Far and beyond dismal despair

Beyond this world of tears

Into a realm where love’s to share

And never disappears


Accept or not what here was told

Believe it true or lie

Let wisdom reign with crown of gold

Or die wondering why.....

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Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, December 1, 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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