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Sound the Horn.
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † † † †Sound the Horn.

Through Christ His Son we hear Godís call

Lifeís call to you and I

Where disobedience brings to fall

Through foolishness we die

It matters not whoís failed before

How dormant was the bride

As guide, the church must stand as door

That leads through Christ inside

The world is deaf, spiritually blind

To God, her heartís stone dead

If we today donít reach mankind

Their blood is on our head

Sound off Godís trumpet loud and clear

Letís beat Salvationís drum

Reveal the world The Truth is here

To us Godís Light has come

How can one sit with Fire inside?

Secure in Jesusí hand

When in His name weíd turn the tide

Just like in Egypt land

Let each go forth set captives free

Bring in whom grace has claimed

Oneís light must shine that others see

Not hide as though ashamed!

The beauty of the virgin bride

Remains the world skin deep

Until her children come inside

The reaperís bound to reap

When though the church The Lord is seen

Through word and righteous deed

Godís Son together with His queen

Will propagate Lifeís SeedÖ..

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Submitted: Saturday, December 22, 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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