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Spend All To Have.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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To find to have to hold to eat

To drink to thirst no more

So is Truth at The Master’s feet

This side of Heaven’s Door


Who can stop time, turn surging tides?

Make stormy seas as lakes

Jesus can this and more besides

Where dormant man awakes


Love tangible, grace physical

Where doubt has departed

He’s God! Man, perfect spiritual

Revealed and imparted


When, how, can the mortal eye see?

Such miraculous bliss

Where is it from, how can it be

Divinity as this


Many believe such is absurd

Doubting the facts above

But not who’ve seen truly have heard

Who’ve felt such awesome love


The living Christ God’s Lamb who died

Who rose that others live

That selfless love be multiplied

Through He! He’ll freely give


The Counsellor! The Holy Ghost

The Promised One within

Who Jesus sends His chosen host

To guide and combat sin


Through faith in God in Christ His Son

Receive what none can buy

So is The Dove of Heaven won

By those en route on high.....

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Submitted: Sunday, January 21, 2018

Last Updated: Sunday, January 21, 2018

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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