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Saints of God
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By Michael P. Johnson
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           Saints of God

The saints of old from labours rest

Secure, in Christ The King

Believe by faith they’ll rise well blessed

Life’s endless song to sing


Their race of Truth, through faith is won

Through grace, no more to die

To reign supreme with Christ God’s Son

Riding The Wind on high


Now saints today must understand

To walk through Heaven’s Door

Need first to serve; in Jesus’ band

Like those who’ve gone before


To keep oneself from darkest hell

We must be born again

Have God The Holy Ghost to dwell

And truly inside reign


Not one of us can stand-alone

Who tries; will always fail

Where generations judge their own

Many will end in jail


But in God’s house, will judgement start

Through gifts His saints receive

Through Fire burning in the heart

He’ll purge so souls believe


God’s saints are all who heed His call

Regardless who we were

When change has taught us not to fall

When nothing can deter


With ancient saints who’ve served The Lord

The new; that seek His face

 Soon side by side, in one accord

Will reach our promised place….. 

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Submitted: Thursday, November 22, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, November 22, 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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