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Death's Divide (1)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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         Death's Divide (1)

When sin lay bear the devil’s plan

When shame gave birth to lies

Death’s dawn came first to mortal man

At Adam’s sad demise

 

From death no flesh and bone can hide

Through life this truth we learn

Before the great and last divide

The point of no return

 

Walking the earth with all our flaws

We curse, or bless in prayer

Then leave this life for different shores

The Lord alone knows where

 

Division leads to separate ways

A parting of the whole

The point from where eternal days

Will  take one’s precious soul

 

To run or hide, there’s no way out

There’s no escape from God

No good to cry nor rage and shout

When then we feel the rod

 

One’s death is but a one-way door

A gate to somewhere new

To where in Christ we’re heading for

Or where in sin we’re due

 

Yet scoffers say, “It’s meant to scare;

There’s no one judging me!

The grave has nothing more to share

In death at last we’re free”

 

Disbelieving The Lord’s report

Rejecting Heaven’s Way

They’ll walk still lost with devils caught

And face the judgement day..... 


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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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