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Come and Eat
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By Michael P. Johnson
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†††††† Come and eat

ďOpen your gates hear me speak

My Kingdomís come for all to seek

First die to self, receive lifeís Seal

The Holy Ghost will all reveal

Who eat of me will never die

I am The Truth I cannot lie

To eat my flesh may sound absurd

But live by faith believe my word

Eat of The Truth let nothing waste

Thereís no mistake, nor said in haste

Trust not in self, nor Satanís lies

As nations did and died like flies

Void of knowledge they saw decay

Through selfishness, they lost The Way

They failed to seek what comes quite free

To contrite hearts on bended knee

My Wordís a door thatís never locked

Though all may come, Iíll not be mocked

Many play games, despise my rules

Patient I am, but not with fools

Whoíll choose to live in constant shame

Should know your Godís consuming flame

Best now be warned before too late

Void the devil, or share his fate

Manís time is short your endís in sight

Then like a thief Iíll come one night

You must be clean to join my bride

Pure as gold seven times tried

Itís not your deeds, but by my grace

Only the meek may see my face

Before timeís dawn, a few I saved

Is in my hand, your; name engraved?.....


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Submitted: Thursday, March 8, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, March 8, 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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