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Life's Long Squabbles
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Free in the future, free of your past

Free of hell and the beast

Would you be sad as Heaven’s last?

Believing you’re the least?

 

Humility should have its place

Wisdom should raise its head

Necessity will seek God’s face

This side of being dead

 

Be glad, well pleased on Heaven’s Path

When Jesus hand holds yours

Quitting, leaving, eternal wrath

Facing Life’s pearly doors

 

Yet where in life are you now?

Is Jesus, Life’s Way in sight?

Have you thought at the Feet to bow?

Of Life’s eternal Light

 

Jesus is waiting, longing for you

Watching each loathsome fall

Frowning, at shame you chose to do

Smiling, when Love walked tall

 

Knowing your soul, seeing your heart

Erring, straying, when blind

Until Salvation played it’s part

When Truth you sought to find

 

Angels of Heaven, demons of hell

Squabbled both night and day

Times when succeeding , when shameful you fell

Times, when kneeling to pray

 

My Father’s pleased, you’ve stood the test

Delighted in your rise

Welcome to Life’s eternal rest

Welcome to Paradise…..


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Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2017

Last Updated: Thursday, January 26, 2017

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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