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In Spirit & in Truth (1)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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In Spririt and in Truth (1)

 

“Some think in church to praise my name

Their hands; are all but clean

The lambs they bring are sick and lame

As though I hadn’t seen

 

Can God not see a heart of bile?

The evil in man’s head

You shake your brother’s hand and smile

Yet wishing he were dead!

 

Brazen you come to tell me lies

Pretending all is good

While even now your brother dies

Upon your hands, his blood

 

You all are mine, why can’t you see?

I hate it when you fight

Did I not die upon the tree?

That you may see the light

 

You rob you cheat me night and day

Of time, as well as gold

Though those who love me, would obey

And do as they are told

 

Although you have, you fail to give

You do just as you think

Am I a fool to let you live?

To help you when you sink?

 

My love my thoughts are not as yours

And neither are my ways

Better you keep my holy laws

So I’ll prolong your days

 

Not one of you can change a hair

From grey, to brown or black

A simple thing, yet still you dare-

To bite your brothers back....

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Submitted: Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, October 16, 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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