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Death's Knee
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Death's Knee

 

Telephones ring both night and day

Letters come through the door

Another loved one’s passed away

We’ll see on earth no more

 

We’ve brothers, sisters, husbands wives

A child a friend grown old

Such are the scenes of normal lives

Its nature, so we’re told

 

But praise The Lord their battle’s won

Praise God for Calvary Tree

Thank God for Jesus Christ His Son

Who’s blood had set us free

 

Such times we utter silent prayer

Recalling moments passed

That precious time we had to share

Not knowing twas the last

 

Twas just last week or yesterday

We saw their smiling face

We saw them kneel we saw them pray

With lives adorned with grace

 

One day thank God death’s knees will bend

When every race is run

We’ll greet again both kin and friend

Saved loved ones long since gone

 

Although for them, we’ll grieve  a while

From heart and soul we’ll cry

Yet one day soon again we’ll smile

As guaranteed above

 

Thank God, for hope for peace of mind

For faith for joy untold

Thank God, death’s chains no longer bind

The sheep of Jesus’fold.....

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Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, July 18, 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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