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Birth Pains.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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                Birth Pains.....

Before God opens Heaven’s door

Before life’s song we sing

We’ve pains of birth through storms of war

Foretold by Christ our King


Till inside change is clearly seen

Till Truth brings second birth

God’s Son won’t choose us as His queen

Nor grace to leave the earth


A seed must die; to birth anew –Jn.12:24-25

All weeds must bend the knee

Receiving Heaven’s precious dew –Jas.5:7-8

We’ll rise a mighty tree –Mt.13:31-32


First foolish pride, all selfish lust

The hateful things we say

Through fasting prayer will turn to dust

When at Christ’s feet we lay


“I daily die” said brother Paul –1Cor.15:31

“To rise with Christ as one –Ro.6:2-14

I’ll beat my flesh to make it fall –1Cor.9:27

Until my battle’s won” –2Ti.4:6-8


The Way of Truth’s The Way to life –Mt.7:14

The path few people find

Through grace; one reigns as Jesus’ wife

When death is left behind


Who’ll seek life’s crown, must first be slave

Must serve as Jesus’ few –Mt.20:27

All selfish aims must find the grave

Till birth begins anew


With Christ as Lord, we’ll rise once more

As bride adorned in white

Aflame; we’ll enter Heaven’s door Gen.3:24

To dwell God’s realm of Light.....

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Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, February 25, 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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