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Hold Fast the Plough
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Some seem to think Salvationís blind

The way they walk in shame

But though Godís love, although Heís kind

The Lordís consuming Flame

The living Christ is Lord and King

Our Fortress Shield and Guide

Heís not some puppet on a string

To use then lay aside

We canít just call in times of drought

For God to send His rain

To drink our fill then turn about

Returning to filth again

Heís no ones fool, this God of ours

He sees; the depths of man

Still with love Heíll send us showers

According to His plan

Godís living word is like the rain

The soilís like me and you

Before Jesus returns again

We must be born anew

Letís plough and work the dried up soil

Lifeís seed of truth plant deep

Anoint the leaves with priceless Oil

Till Heavenís time to reap

At harvest time, to lend a hand

Weíll need the Gardenerís grace

So golden wheat from every land

May rise to see His face

Take care who hear Salvationís call

Who taste Godís love so true

Donít take the plough, to let it fall

Yet woe betides who do.....†

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Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, October 11, 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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