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Parakletos
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By Michael P. Johnson
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††††††† Parakletos

Upon all flesh in latter days†††††††††††††††††††† Joel. 12:28

Godís Light will dawn as planned

His Wind will blow and where it stays†† Jn.3:8

Theyíll learn and understand

Joelís prophecy we see unfold

Throughout the world itís real

The Spirit; Godís servant foretold

Is now in man to feel

Salvationís Flame glows bright and true

Burning and purging shame

Godís Promise; to His chosen few

Has come in Jesusí name

Without Him, still the world is blind

Her children fail to see

They fear! The Ghost who helps to find

The Way to make them free

Though Heavenís Dove may not be seen

By wayward flesh and bone

This mighty Gift for Jesusí queen

Can melt a heart of stone

To blind lost souls The perfect Guide

In darkness, perfect Light

The Comforter of Jesusí bride

Stands vigil day and night

He sees our deeds, hears every word

Both crude and when we pray

He comes in truth but like a bird

Heíll also fly away

Do not despise what Christ would give

Do not reject the Dove

Through Him; we learn always to live

In endless peace and love.....


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Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, March 10, 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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