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By Michael P. Johnson
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Why does the world see Christians odd?

The church is but for fools?

Why do her children war with God?

Shattering Heaven’s rules

 

The church herself is filled with awe

Although she’s Jesus bride

So few see Christ as Heaven’s Door

So few find truth inside

 

Leaving it to the few who preach

They’ll chant they’ll sing a song

But when their souls for Jesus reach

They think there’s something wrong

 

They need to flee hell’s chain gang

Seek out Salvation’s Well

Begin to sing as Jesus sang

And quit the ways of hell

 

They need to take God’s book in hand

To scrutinise it through

Seek from The Truth to understand

The work there’s still to do

 

They need request Salvations Guide

God’s Holy Ghost with Fire

To know why Jesus came and died

And seek to climb still higher

 

There’s more to church than just four walls

Tall windows and a door

They need to hear when Jesus calls

To know, to serve Him more

 

Perhaps the world will see the change

Will see the bride in white

Will see the church no longer strange

And come within The Light.....

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Submitted: Friday, December 5, 2014

Last Updated: Friday, December 5, 2014

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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