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A Knock at the Door
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By Michael P. Johnson
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A knock at the door

ďI donít believe in all that rot

Yet even if itís true

Iím quite content with what Iíve got

What can your God now do

I have no time I canít be long

I need to close the door

In any case, I do no wrong

I never break the law

This Jesus stuff, must be a lie

There canít be any God!

That Christ for me; would choose do die

I think it rather odd

Why would He come to set me free?

Why should He even care?

How could He know; someone like me?

If I was never there

Before you go about your way

Explain this birth anew

I hear about it every day

Iíd like to hear your view

Of rapture and of Jesusí bride

Explain about the fold

Yet first why donít you come inside?

Come in! Iím getting cold

Out there! I felt the strangest thing

You must know how I feel

Such peace, such joy I want to sing

I think that Christ is real

How blind I was, but now I know

I see my life of shame

Iím pleased my friend you didnít go

Iím truly glad you came.Ē.....

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Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 12, 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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