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Squabble - squabble
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By Michael P. Johnson
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    Squabble - squabble –Gal.5:15 (1)
The world looks on while Christians sing
She sees the so-called few
How some resent the slightest thing
And hate another’s view

 

One house says this, another that
Though Christ's The only Way
We all have welcome; on the mat
Yet who will come to stay?

 

Not one; who’s made The Lord their choice
Can hope to stand-alone
We must unite in heart and voice
In Christ as living stone

 

Then God can build on Zion hill
His house untouched by hand
That Jesus’ bride will stand to fill
Within The Promised Land

 

But in the church God’s smelting pot
We’ve so much yet to lose
So Jesus’ Flame burns true and hot
To separate the ooze

 

We must lay down the sludge of old
Wash clean our pots of skin
To buy of God what can’t be sold
And bid Him dwell within

 

Allow God’s Iron to sharpen iron
Receive His Promised Dew
Put down tradition’s ancient wine
Take up and drink the new

 

Let’s drink as one, from Jesus’ cup
Embrace The Truth in love
That He true Love has lifted up
May share the same above.....

 

2

Surprising though who think they’re right
Who think, they’ve found The Way
Who think God’s filled their hearts with light
To show who’ve gone astray

 

The other, always needs to change
The other church is wrong
But to The Lord here’s nothing strange
Self-righteous bonds are strong

 

It’s self! We need to check out first
Like farmers, sifting tares
Yet touch not things that seem as cursed
Be rid of pompous airs

 

Thus every chain that binds will fall
The captive will be free
Salvation’s grace will rise on all
Who humbly bend the knee

 

When one! The bride will grow up wise
When one, thriving she’ll live
She’ll see herself through Jesus’ eyes
Through gifts He longs to give

 

God’s Holy Wind blows free and true
His church to cleanse and guide
Each wayward fault He’ll bring to view
She tries in vain to hide

 

She must be rid of darkness seen
To stand in Christ as one!
For Heaven's court will soon convene
Where justice will be done

 

Whilst here! She has the golden rule
God’s wisdom in her hand
To know The Truth, yet die a fool
The Judge won’t understand..…

 

 

3

Though seven churches sang their song
Though praying night and day
Yet Christ in all found something wrong
Through which still many stray

 

He saw man’s pride that brings to fall
Saw selfish deeds of shame
He saw who thought to have it all
Revealed though Heaven's Flame

 

The world’s not deaf, nor is she blind
Although by devils bound
She sees the church, and forms her mind
And lives by what is found

 

Christ’s bride today can set things right
Though first she must be free
Refined and found a great delight
And selflessly agree

 

To say in Christ 'I’m born anew
I’m fruit of Jesus’ Vine'
We can’t continue all we do
And say The Truth is mine!

 

The Word Heaven will yet impart
The Truth of life will give
The bride must practice from her heart
If truly shell so live

 

For all these things, the world can see
To God still faces turn
“These hypocrites, in Christ are free?
Yet Sodom had to burn!”

 

To show those lost The Narrow Way
The Path of Truth & Light
Arise and shine whilst yet there’s day
For soon, will come the night…..


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Submitted: Sunday, December 2, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, December 2, 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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