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By Michael P. Johnson
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Cancer may spread tentacles wide

Death may threaten to call

No soul whose heart to Christ has cried

Will through His fingers fall


What clout has cancer, even death?

Against the vow of Christ

To those reborn with Heaven’s Breath

Through God’s Lamb sacrificed


Once truth, of Jesus sets us free

His righteous blood makes pure

Heaven’s Promise, God’s Guarantee

Remains eternal sure


Receiving Christ, redemption’s kiss

One’s joy will never cease

Nor will one’s life, immeasurable bliss

Bring  infinite peace


If Jesus heals or holds His hand

Though doctors win or lose

God’s living word will always stand

Let darkness not confuse


Countless are sick, millions dying

This plague yet rages on

To Heaven, too few are crying

To save them through God’s Son


Some; by miracles are healed

Thus; witnesses have said

Through fervent prayer, faithful appealed

God raised them from the dead


But dead or alive, bound or free

With Heaven’s Promised Gown

Christ’s faithful have the victory

Endless; to wear life’s crown…..

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Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Last Updated: Wednesday, July 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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