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The Worm Must Turn
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Worm Must Turn



 



Like rags covered in putrid mud



Beats selfishness within



Nothing righteous nothing good



But hearts full festering sin



 



From Adam, still this stench remains



From which, God turns His face



So each must suffer toil and pains



Without the state of grace



 



What can we do, what can we say?



Why have such things to be?



What can one find to take away?



The evil God can see



 



“If man to Christ would bend the knee



Surrender and obey



Would choose to keep each royal decree



Heaven still gives today



 



Like Ancient Days we fail the same



Man’s ways, stink Heaven high



But if we’d trust in Jesus’ name



One’s soul would never die



 



Those who submit to Heaven’s powers



Let Christ their soul refine



Saying God’s righteousness is ours



Through He who’s love’s divine



 



Man’s heart; the will of God should learn



Till eyes no more are blind



Then worms within would surely turn



The life’s Truth to find



 



For surely death would lose its sting



Life’s pain would then depart



Heaven would hear glad voices sing



Praise from each grateful heart”.....


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Submitted: Thursday, February 12, 2015

Last Updated: Friday, February 13, 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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