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By Michael P. Johnson
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With backs against our foolish times  

Hell’s ways through life once tread

We face the future void of crimes

To all that lies ahead


Without grief consuming one’s days

The pain we suffer here

The wars the fights demonic frays

Which suddenly appear


Nothing we see can satisfy

Life’s torments never cease

What we steal, borrow or buy

The sorrows just increase


Whatever we think, say or do

Regardless where we live

We somehow end with something new

The devil sought to give


Is it not plain is it so odd?

A mystery, still unsolved?

That through such things we turn to God

For Christ to be involved


According to man’s history

The shameful way we’ve gone

Is it a confound mystery?

Why now we seek God’s Son?


The Bible’s here all to read

How life was lived before

By example! The Lord will lead

To peace forever more


How great it is by faith to know

One’s prospects are secure

Where feeling, seeing Heaven flow

Through love we’ll all endure….. 

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Submitted: Monday, February 19, 2018

Last Updated: Tuesday, February 20, 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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