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By Michael P. Johnson
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Will pregnant redeemed mothers

Rise with unborn above

Or stay behind with the others

Revealing truth and God’s love


With each twelve thousand of Jacob’s clans

Not of their ranks and files

But serving as one God’s righteous plans

Thwarting the devil’s wiles


Securely marked while God’s serving

One day to rise on high

Aided by Heaven deserving

On earth never to die


Until the seven years ended

While anti-Christ’s revealed

Both mother and child defended

Never Satan to yield


Will God not lift, will God not stand?

By those with child unknown

Trusting in The almighty hand

Of He on Heaven’s throne


Will not The Lord God do what’s right?

Casting aside all wrong

Allow them rise both dressed in white

To sing the victor’s song


For has The Lord our God not seen

The times when this will be

Pregnant women within the queen

Of Heaven’s Majesty


Or will these servants of The Lord

Mothers with child unborn

Rise with the few fleeing the sword

Birth in The Brand New Dawn..... 

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Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Last Updated: Thursday, May 31, 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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