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The Little Boy's Fish
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By Michael P. Johnson
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         The Little Boy's Fish

“How oft in life you sit in doubt

In utter deep despair

Wondering what this life’s about

Does Jesus live and care?


Again you went to church today

You wondered why you’d gone

You heard what man had there to say

But was it from God’s Son?


Reposed, you huddled in your pew

Gave nothing to the plate

Yet hoped The Lord would bless anew

Expecting something great


Did you, give God of all you had?

Did giving make you weak?

Did Satan leave you feeling mad?

Did tears roll down your cheek?


Did you sing your song The Lord to please?

Did you pray through Christ on high?

Or wave and feel the mighty breeze?

And thought your heart would fly?


Or did you go that you’d be fed?

With nothing of your own

Grumble what this or that one said

Nursing your heart of stone


Recall the boy upon the hill –Jn.6:9

The miracle in sight

Five thousand, were to get their fill

When Christ received his mite –Lk.21:4


Now why not try it too my friend?

Allow false pride to fall

Decide not just your knee to bend

But give to God your all”..…

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Submitted: Thursday, December 20, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, December 20, 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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