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By Michael P. Johnson
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The bride of He who chose to die

Who lives and gives her breath

Willing her wealth should multiply

Beyond the vale of death

 

But some will swallow camels whole

Discards wee gnats galore

Believing thus to save man’s soul

This side of Heaven door


Behind a mask with painted smile

Knowing the devil’s wares

Prideful walking the extra mile

Adorned with graceful airs

 

Squabbling faulting tearing apart

Migrants without a guide

Without God’s Spirit in the heart

Hoping The Wind to ride

 

We need to feel to see to hear

Witness where right and wrong

Truly our Groom to love and fear

Singing His righteous song

 

Yet factions are rising everywhere

Religion runs amok

Each believing the wares they share

Are based on solid rock

 

But those who’ve heard Salvation’s voice

Who feel God’s grace and love

Who make The living Christ their choice

Can see The Way above

 

The mask of fools they’ve cast aside

The Truth has set them free

Beneath Christ’s wings they choose to hide

For life and victory.....The bride of He who chose to die

Who lives and gives her breath

Willing her wealth should multiply

Beyond the vale of death

 

But some will swallow camels whole

Discards wee gnats galore

Believing thus to save man’s soul

This side of Heaven door


Behind a mask with painted smile

Knowing the devil’s wares

Prideful walking the extra mile

Adorned with graceful airs

 

Squabbling faulting tearing apart

Migrants without a guide

Without God’s Spirit in the heart

Hoping The Wind to ride

 

We need to feel to see to hear

Witness where right and wrong

Truly our Groom to love and fear

Singing His righteous song

 

Yet factions are rising everywhere

Religion runs amok

Each believing the wares they share

Are based on solid rock

 

But those who’ve heard Salvation’s voice

Who feel God’s grace and love

Who make The living Christ their choice

Can see The Way above

 

The mask of fools they’ve cast aside

The Truth has set them free

Beneath Christ’s wings they choose to hide

For life and victory.....The bride of He who chose to die

Who lives and gives her breath

Willing her wealth should multiply

Beyond the vale of death

 

But some will swallow camels whole

Discards wee gnats galore

Believing thus to save man’s soul

This side of Heaven door


Behind a mask with painted smile

Knowing the devil’s wares

Prideful walking the extra mile

Adorned with graceful airs

 

Squabbling faulting tearing apart

Migrants without a guide

Without God’s Spirit in the heart

Hoping The Wind to ride

 

We need to feel to see to hear

Witness where right and wrong

Truly our Groom to love and fear

Singing His righteous song

 

Yet factions are rising everywhere

Religion runs amok

Each believing the wares they share

Are based on solid rock

 

But those who’ve heard Salvation’s voice

Who feel God’s grace and love

Who make The living Christ their choice

Can see The Way above

 

The mask of fools they’ve cast aside

The Truth has set them free

Beneath Christ’s wings they choose to hide

For life and victory.....The bride of He who chose to die

Who lives and gives her breath

Willing her wealth should multiply

Beyond the vale of death

 

But some will swallow camels whole

Discards wee gnats galore

Believing thus to save man’s soul

This side of Heaven door


Behind a mask with painted smile

Knowing the devil’s wares

Prideful walking the extra mile

Adorned with graceful airs

 

Squabbling faulting tearing apart

Migrants without a guide

Without God’s Spirit in the heart

Hoping The Wind to ride

 

We need to feel to see to hear

Witness where right and wrong

Truly our Groom to love and fear

Singing His righteous song

 

Yet factions are rising everywhere

Religion runs amok

Each believing the wares they share

Are based on solid rock

 

But those who’ve heard Salvation’s voice

Who feel God’s grace and love

Who make The living Christ their choice

Can see The Way above

 

The mask of fools they’ve cast aside

The Truth has set them free

Beneath Christ’s wings they choose to hide

For life and victory.....The bride of He who chose to die

Who lives and gives her breath

Willing her wealth should multiply

Beyond the vale of death

 

But some will swallow camels whole

Discards wee gnats galore

Believing thus to save man’s soul

This side of Heaven door


Behind a mask with painted smile

Knowing the devil’s wares

Prideful walking the extra mile

Adorned with graceful airs

 

Squabbling faulting tearing apart

Migrants without a guide

Without God’s Spirit in the heart

Hoping The Wind to ride

 

We need to feel to see to hear

Witness where right and wrong

Truly our Groom to love and fear

Singing His righteous song

 

Yet factions are rising everywhere

Religion runs amok

Each believing the wares they share

Are based on solid rock

 

But those who’ve heard Salvation’s voice

Who feel God’s grace and love

Who make The living Christ their choice

Can see The Way above

 

The mask of fools they’ve cast aside

The Truth has set them free

Beneath Christ’s wings they choose to hide

For life and victory.....


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Submitted: Saturday, February 11, 2017

Last Updated: Sunday, February 12, 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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