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Where Angels Tread
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Where Angels Tread

 

We have so much in Jesus’ hand

Great joy, sweet peace and care

Still many fail to understand

It multiplies to share                     1Ki.17:16

 

The vagrant begging on the street

The child who starts to cry

Who knows, who next we come to meet

Is not from God on high?

 

Within a pew, not finely dressed

Unkempt, with hair askew

Could be an angel’s come as guest

And God is testing you

 

We need to live with this in mind

Keep watch as Jesus said

Show Christian love to all mankind

And share our daily bread

 

The Lord, records the deeds we do

Each thought, each word we say

We’ll all receive what each is due

Upon the judgement day

 

Though many serve and do no wrong

Live lives pure and clean

They praise The Lord in deed and song

Yet not an angel’s seen

 

We can’t expect that one will show

Man’s life is not divine

Yet one may come, the way we go

When Heavens’ Light we shine

 

Treat all we meet as though they were!

Let love vanquish fear

Phenomenon may still occur

And angels could appear…..


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Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, November 14, 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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