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The Key Is Christ
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Key Is Christ

 

Where is The Truth, why are facts rare?

Where has man’s wisdom gone?

Why does the world refuse to care?

Why does she hate God’s Son?

 

Why disobey her Father’s rules?

 Break every Royal decree?

Bringing to birth a brood of fools

Lost; with no eyes to see

 

Losing the key to wisdom’s door

We walk through life as dead

Becoming Satan’s lusting whore

Within debauchery’s bed

 

Erring, straying, with souls possessed

Blundering in a maze

Drinking one’s fill at Satan’s breast

Fanatic in all his ways

 

Content, we drink our lover’s brew

Till drunk on wanton lust

Despising Christ, The Morning Dew

We wallow in the dust

 

Yet God has written man a book

For children lost and blind

This foolish world should take a look

And pray in hope to find

 

We need to spare our God some time

Seek Truth of Heaven’s Light

From Satan’s darkness swiftly climb

And take from him due flight

 

Yet most will choose to stay the same

Rebels without a cause

Squandering lives of wanton shame

Into hell’s gaping jaws.....

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Submitted: Friday, January 30, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, January 30, 2015

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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