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The Harvest Is Ripe
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Harvest Is Ripe

As Christ, as Lord as King of all

Itís not Your will that one should fall

To You o God I bend my knee

Please take my chains and set me free

Through famine in this world of drought

I pray for faith to doubt each doubt

Allow Your Flame purge deep inside

Consume all filth and foolish pride

Salvationís road though paved with pain

Let not my trials be met in vain

My misspent youth flew by in haste

The time Iíve left is not to waste

Please save my soul donít pass me by

Without Your grace shameful Iíll die

Help self to fade true love abound

Help more now climb to higher ground

Almighty Lord equip to start

A burden seethes within my heart

Many are blind still lost and sick

The fields grow ripe ready to pick

The hour has come Your truth to share

The sheep yet bound, need righteous fare

Lord send more forth, thereís much to do

Canít leave the work to just a few

Anoint Your servants, send us out

Let Truth reveal what lifeís about

Your sheep must find Salvationís Well

To fill their cups and flee from hell

I know my God You see it all

But now I too can see them fall

So here I come Lord here I stand

Awaiting now Your next commandÖ..

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Submitted: Sunday, October 28, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, October 28, 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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