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By Michael P. Johnson
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Troubles raging everywhere

Even since time began

Satan’s devils, desired to share

Hell’s wickedness, with man

 

When Eden birthed life’s long testing

Innocents  took to flight

Without God’s help requesting

Obedience lost it’s fight

 

Through one piece of fruit forbidden

God’s plea to man and wife

Tranquility’s lamp was hidden

Amidst disloyal strife

 

While LIFE was hanging on a tree

Desire was never planned

Love’s everything was given free

Within God’s perfect land

 

Selfishness! Raised it’s ugly head

Self’s hand searched forth in lust

Mortality hailed the walking dead

Crumbling into dust

 

Does God not hate when people die?

Does not His heart feel pain?

Does Love not cause LIFE’S WAY on high

Man, to be BORNAGAIN? 

 

Yes! Yes! Yes! But who’s eyes can see

Who’s heart, will search to find

God’s selfless Lamb, who died to free

Bound souls, of lost mankind

 

Who will visit once more the tree?

Who’ll see God’s endless LOVE?

Who’ll look on high, who’ll bend their knee?

Who’ll rise with Christ above?…..


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Submitted: Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Last Updated: Tuesday, November 7, 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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