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By Michael P. Johnson
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There’re many countries peoples, lands

But only a single race

Each individual should raise their hands

As one, seek Jesus’ face

 

If this were true, love; would increase

Understanding would reign

As one family, we’d live in peace

With the one; true God again

 

Though this, of course, may never be

Still countless far and wide

May seek for truth would bend their knee

For Jesus, then decide

 

“Who’ll turn to me!” Christ Jesus said

Who’ll free their hearts of doubt

He’ll raise them from the walking dead

And no way cast them out

 

If each to sin would turn their back

See Jesus as their King

Though brown, yellow, though white or black

Life’s song as one we’ll sing

 

Maybe not with peals of thunder

With God’s Promise inside

While this world goes slowly under

For us will turn hell’s tide

 

With loud hallelujah’s cheer

For all with second birth

Our Saviour’s cloud will appear

To raise us from the earth

 

An instant into Paradise

Perfected will we be

Jesus will open wide our eyes

Our Father’s face to see…..


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Submitted: Thursday, November 8, 2018

Last Updated: Thursday, November 8, 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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