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Eleven Fifty Nine Tick Tock.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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With Jesus Christ how do you stand?

Did Jesus die for you?

It's eleven fifty-nine now

And Christ’s return is due

 

God suffered much for you and I

To free from death and hell

God chose His only Son to die

To raise the world to tell

 

He warned when next the fig tree’s seen

When storms when world wars rage

When growing strong when turning green

That this will be the age

 

“Get right” swiftly the day will dawn

When Jesus’ cloud arrives

To claim His faithful church reborn

Who share for Him their lives 

 

He’s coming soon make no mistake

Green is so long the tree

The sleeping dead will soon awake

And with The Lord will be

 

Wars and pestilence rages now

Tremors throughout the earth

Drought and famine still few will bow

To He who gave them birth

 

Rejection of The living Christ

Rebellious to His rules

Disbelieving God sacrificed

To rid both sin and fools

 

Wonderful is The Father’s love

His grace beyond reprove

To join His bride to rise above

Repent and start to move..... 


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Submitted: Sunday, June 17, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, June 18, 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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