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Second Brth
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By Michael P. Johnson
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†††††††††† Second birth

Through faith, to God we show true worth

His Lamp leads one to second birth

But not a birth as most presume

We need no more a motherís womb

The Lord Himself will dwell within

His Holy Flame convicts of sin

His eyes compute each single thought

In all trusting His true report

With peace and joy He comes from high

With answers to what, to where and why

Power; through grace that none should boast

Godís promised Gift, His Holy Ghost

This second chance to live, is free

The price paid full on Calvary

In truth; Christ chose to die on earth

That man may live through second birth

Upon the tree Christ bore all shame

That each may bear a brand new name

Blood blessed once more the cursed ground

So ill in man would not be found

In Jesusí death is Heavenís door

Love opened wide when curtains tore

His precious blood cleans spot and stain

So God may hear from man again

When Christ man laid within the tomb

It served Godís purpose as a womb

When Jesus rose to walk the earth

He stood as first with second birth

In Jesus Christ, the same weíll share

When all lifeís cares to Him we bear

When humble hearts see Heavenís Door

Weíll enter through and die no more.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, March 13, 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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