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The World's So Blind
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By Michael P. Johnson
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     The World's So Blind

The world can’t see, or comprehend

Can’t value second birth

She can’t conceive, how God would send

His Son to serve on earth

 

Through pride, she’s deaf! plagued full of doubt

She’s blind to life on high

Oblivious; what Christ’s about

Of why He came to die

 

She fails to feel her Saviour’s love

Can’t hold Salvation’s hand

Can’t find the way to rise above

To dwell The Promised Land

 

She needs to take a look within

Take count of how she lives

Repent of filth of wayward sin

Through He Christ Jesus gives

 

The Spirit of “The First & Last”

God’s “Flame” who’ll dwell inside

The “Purge” of all one’s sinful past

Of filth we’ve sought to hide

 

To Him; man’s deeds are plain to see

Evident, every thought

So God from bound, as well as free

Receives a true report

 

The Lord will rid of worldly ties

Will cleanse of wayward shame

Revealed through Heaven’s perfect eyes

“Salvation’s Holy Flame”

 

The few! Who recognise their fault

Who seek life’s Lord and King

Become in Christ, as savouring salt

Life’s endless song to sing.….


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Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Last Updated: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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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