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In The Beginning.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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In the beginning, at the start

So was Satan’s plan

Dire evil grew in the heart

The consciousness of man


God’s Son Christ Jesus saw it all

Father & Spirit too

Witnessing the dreadful fall

Which Satan led them to


Perfect! Adam and Eve were made

Each in their Father’s form

How soon perfection was to fade

Within man’s primal storm


Such harsh consequences pursued

Man’s genesis of plight

Man and wife of glory nude

Were cast out in the night


Crying screaming to and fro

Wondering what to do?

With what and where had they to go?

To live! God only knew


Alone, alone so fearful alone

The two began to cry

With hearts cold as lifeless stone

They sought the way on high


Could God forgive would He relent?

Would God remain so stern?

Would He allow them to repent?

Allowing their return


But righteous! Is The Mighty One

His sadness wouldn’t fade      

Only through Christ is favour won

True restitution made..... 

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Submitted: Sunday, January 28, 2018

Last Updated: Sunday, January 28, 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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