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Don't Come to Me
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Donít come to me!

ďYou say you serve a risen Lord

You say heís living Bread

You say Godís Wordís a two edged sword

But I believe Heís dead

This life on earth is far too rough

So many choose to die

So donít come here with God and stuff

Or Heaven in the sky

I live the life I like the most

Iíll die with what Iíve got

I donít believe a Holy Ghost

Nor all that other rot

I like my life, but must admit

Iím fearful to die

In fact it scares me quite a bit

With that I speak no lie

Iíve heard the words youíve had to say

How great; if God were true

If Christ would live and come my way

Perhaps Iíd be like you

If all you say of God is real†

If Christís alive and well

Explain to Him the way I feel

And save me now from hell

Please show me how to bend my knee

Ask Jesus in my heart

His Spirit comes to set me free

And give a brand new start

That God would change my wayward mind

Stretch forth His mighty hand

Would raise this fool yet dead and blind

And help me understandÖ..†


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Submitted: Monday, February 27, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, February 28, 2012

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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