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This World.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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What is this world now coming to?

Killing murdering more

Thousands, millions, forming a queue

Knocking on Satan’s door?


Today! What’s being taught in schools?

For sex! Kids are for sale

No one’s obeying life’s rules

Delinquency’s off the scale


Churches are closing everywhere

What next, will one pursue?

Compassion’s now growing so rare

No one knows what to do


God is a myth to billions

Fewer know Heaven’s Way

Wars are slaughtering millions

Reason’s vanished, astray


Is God busy washing His Hands?

Jesus regrets death’s pain?

Satan’s devils concocting plans?

As Heaven’s king, to reign!


What is this foolish world thinking?

Can no one facts discern?

Should not truth and facts be linking? 

Sanity to return


Pray. true WISDOM, take a stand now

Knowledge stretch forth its hand

Awareness at Jesus feet bow

Lost souls to understand


Take note, what Heaven’s now spreading

Hold fast Christ Jesus hand


Heaven has always planned…..

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Submitted: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Last Updated: Wednesday, July 4, 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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