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Samson Repented.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Like some! Samson thought he had it made

Strong as an ox grown tall

Until one day he saw a maid

That brought about a fall

 

A secret told God he should not share

He told his faithless wife

Who took his strength, cutting his hair

Causing all sorts of strife

 

Silent grew He alone who’s wise

To whom his pledge was sworn

The enemy burned out both his eyes

Treating Samson to scorn

 

To ridicule weak Samson was sent

For all his foes to see

Till strength regained and he repent

Praying God set him free

 

“Set me free Lord, forgive my sin

Allow Your servant go

Faithful to stand, victory to win

Defeating Jacob’s foe”

 

As soon as said, so came to be

To glorify his Lord

From sin and shame, God set him free

To face the heathen horde

 

In their temple, their masses came

Sitting and standing round

Mocking scornful, cursing God’s name

Till Samson stood his ground

 

Taking hold of pillar and post

Knowing they couldn’t hide

Calling on Heaven’s Holy Ghost

He and the heathens died…..


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Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Last Updated: Tuesday, August 7, 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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