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God Took Some Mud
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† ††God took some mud

From dust, The Lord created man

God made a pile of mud

Then to His form and true to plan††††††††††† Gen.1:27

He found him very good†††††††††††††††††††††††††† Gen1:31

Naked alone on mother ground

Lay still manís lifeless form

Until Godís breath in him was found††††††† Gen.2:7

Life made His handwork warm

But disobedience saw him cry

While shame made sick and old†††††††††††††††† Gen.4:26

Manís stream of life would soon run dry

Once more make stiff and cold

Heíd suffer pain; deathís awful sting†††††††† Gen.3:23†

The dreadful loss of love

Throughout his days seeking lifeís King

Man humbly called above††††††††††††††††††††††††† Gen.4:26

Man prayed for God to speak once more

Would come and take the pain

Within his flesh lifeís word would pour

And make man warm again

Yet manís just like a porous brick

Like mud, when cold and dry

When wet too much; heís weak and sick

When not enough, heíll die

But Jesus came to bear manís shame

God heard His children groan

Now those baptised in Heavenís Flame

God makes a temple stone††††††††††††††††††††††† 1Pe.2:5

Though man of sin, dies flesh and bone

Yet Christ can soon restore

Within His hand, a humble stone

Will take Godís form once more.....


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Submitted: Friday, March 9, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, March 9, 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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