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Not Just Sundays
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † †Not Just Sundays

We say weíre saved in Jesusí name

Set free from death and hell

Yet wayward lives we live the same

Believing all is well

There must be change from inside out

We canít remain in sin

Thatís what salvationís all about

Why Jesus dwells within

We canít have Satanís filth inside

In Christ we must be clean

We must become a loyal bride

A righteous truthful queen

How can we say by grace weíre saved?

Without The Fatherís Seal

How can we walk through life depraved?

Doing just as we feel

Each wayward thought each shameful deed

Prove well not all is fine

Infected with the devilís weed

Weíre drunk from rancid wine

The pounding from each cancerous thought

Distortion of the soul

Objection of The True Report

Will fail to make us whole

Salvationís not a Sunday thing

Whiling within a pew

From sermons heard through hymns we sing

The thought weíre born anew

Unless Godís Fire consumes the chaff

Unless The Truth we learn

Weíll hear the devilís shallow laugh

Whilst deep in hell we burn..Ö


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Submitted: Friday, December 21, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, December 22, 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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