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Neighbours Lost Blind....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Like love; life’s light is hard to hide

Life’s truth a soul can feel

Since two thousand years, Jesus died

God’s grace is ever real

 

Who can fathom true love’s power?

The clout of saving grace

Imagine God’s judgement hour

When seeing Jesus’ face

 

Still most live life lost and deceived

Stumble, like lost sheep blind

Ignorant their acts have so grieved

Who died to save mankind

 

Whilst the starving world they’re seeing

Discord, ferocious wars

But God as a Holy Being

They doubt and close their doors

 

Though bibles are found everywhere

Countries are plagued with strife

Forbidden are countless to share

The word that brings true life

 

Christ won’t return till all have heard

Till hearts learn truth to see

Till Christ Jesus! The Father’s Word

Has set His last child free

 

So lies are sown and flourish wild

Devils spread gross deceit

Hindering sinners reconciled

To grow as God’s elite

 

So rise! Sweet souls with ears to hear

Who’ve grace with eyes to see

Go forth, in righteous godly fear

Help set your neighbours free…..


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Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Last Updated: Wednesday, July 11, 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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