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Take up the Sword
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † †Take up the Sword

Itís growing late the dayís far spent

The fig treeís dressed in green

The sinful world should now repent

And from her filth be clean

Her infant days are far behind

Godís Lambís not on the tree

No longer are His servants blind

Through Jesus Christ we see

The milk was fine now serve the meat Ė1Cor.3:2

Lifeís standardís flying high ĖIsa.49:22+62:10

Rise up whoíve trained at Jesusí feet - Heb.5:12-14

Sound out the battle cry Ė1Chr.5:20

Wake up and serve Salvationís wine

The fields are standing white

Arise allow your light to shine

Too soon may come the night

Godís harvest must be brought inside

The end will soon begin

Stretch forth your hand effective bride

Reveal Godís power within

Take up in Jesusí name the sword ĖLk.22:36

Arise and take the field

Take up the fight in Christ The Lord

With faith as mighty shield

However fierce the battles rage

However high the cost

The Lord can always turn the page

We know the devilís lost

Godís armourís sure to win the day

Certain to win the war

Stand firm, when those around you stray

Till earth and timeís no more.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, December 27, 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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