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Spit It Out
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † † † † † Spit It Out

The crocodile protects itís young

In quite the strangest way

Theyíll hide beneath their motherís tongue

That none should go astray

We too, just like the crocodile

Protect the things we love

Oft hiding them behind a smile

That fits just like a glove

Itís not our young we hide within

Though some would do the same

Instead itís Satanís fruit of sin

Demonic filth and shame

Satanic fair taste often sweet ĖJob.20:12

Yet sour, to heart and bowel ĖJob.20:14

Venom, so strong it brings defeat

As lions on the prowl

Who serve The Lord, may fear His chide

Yet some will cheat and lie

Beneath the tongue, their darlings hide

To secret multiply

But thus to live, can none afford

With lies, deceit and doubt

To stand in truth to Christ The Lord

We need to spit them out!

Although such things are of the foe

We taste them every day

Itís hard for us to let them go

Beneath the tongue they stay

But woe to those who gulp them down

Who drinks the devilís cup

Take care, you stand to lose your crown ĖJob.20:15

And God may spew you upÖ..


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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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