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Death's Divide (2
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † Death's Divide (2)

Share not with sin its endless lot

Join not the ranks of fools

No child in Christ will die nor rot

But shine as precious jewels

Thereís more to death than meets oneís eyes

Thereís more to life than fate

Yet truth when found in paradise

For some will come too late

Its now; the time to see The Light

Its now, our knee must bend

This death is not an endless night

Nor manís eternal end

Godís flock would then have no reward

As dust beneath the ground

Sin would flee the coming sword

Lifeís truth, is more profound

Let eyes now see that yet are blind

The body dies for sure

Yet spirits leave the flesh behind

To enter judgementís door

Who now refuse to serve The Lord

Refuse to change oneís ways

Their lotís to meet Godís vengeful sword

And suffer endless days

But those who die to self, on earth

Who live to Christ The King

Receive by grace true second birth

Eternal songs to sing

Important now; is what we do

Not foolish things weíve done

Its time we turn to start anew

With Jesus, Godís true SonÖ..

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Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, December 19, 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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