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They Must Be Told.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Where do you live what do you do?

How do you spend your time?

I’ve moved from where I was used to

From where there’s so much crime

 

Where some have foolishness believed

Others are plagued with doubt

From things, so many are deceived

I knew nothing about

 

Is righteousness here anywhere?

Is anyone not lost?

Do any love or even care?

That someone’s paid the cost

 

Has no one told them Heaven’s Word?

Of Satan that evil beast

Surely of Jesus, someone’s heard

Or been to church at least

 

Does no one think of life and death?

Does no one wonder why?

When someone takes their final breath

What happens when they die?

 

Is nothing spoken of Jesus?

Is God not spared a thought?

Is nature just here to please us?

Is truth not ever sought?

 

Oh Lord dear God they must be told

Should least be taught to fear

Then some may join The Father’s fold

While Jesus still is near

 

Someone one must learn to understand

Of Heaven’s perfect love

So Christ can draw them in His hand

To rise with us above.....


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Submitted: Saturday, February 3, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, February 3, 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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