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By Michael P. Johnson
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Time

Unique; is time upon the earth

As seen through mortal eyes

For man it starts at momentís birth

And stops at his demise

Time ceases at the Lordís command

At Jesusí feet falls down

Thereís no more flowing of the sand

When God receives its crown

Almighty God, The First & Last

Who made man out of slime

What stops Him walking in the past?

Or far beyond oneís time

What God has promised years ahead

Awaits us still to meet

No single word The Father said

Returns uttering defeat

The One who watches all mankind

Each thought and deed discern

Can change at any time His mind

Then from the past, return

To say and do what must be done

To bring a soul on track

Did God one day not stop the sun?††††† Jos.10:7-14

And turn the shadow back?††††††††††††††††† 2Ki.20:8-11

The Lordís not governed by the sands

For Him all time stands still

Is all not in His mighty hands?

To do His perfect will?

To God, the futureís never strange

The past is never gone

In both He still can so arrange

What should or not be doneÖ..


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Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, November 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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