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Running Chasing
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Running Chasing

 

The world we know is far from free

Her children live in fear

We’ve lost The Truth and fail to see

The reason why we’re here

 

We’re running wild, we’re chasing there

Searching both night and day

Whilst God has Heaven’s wealth to share

With those who Christ obey

 

But who can see the facts displayed?

Who’ll heed The Master’s voice?

How can a child be so dismayed?

God fails to be their choice

 

Like fools, we choose satanic wares

Through lust we seek self-gain

When trapped within life’s lustful snares

We let the devil reign

 

So now, God’s voice is seldom heard

Hell’s lies have filled the mind

We listen to our neighbour’s word

Who self is lost and blind

 

Not always is it Satan’s blame

As often still believed

We choose ourselves a life of shame

Then say we were deceived

 

No liar’s reach The Promised Land

No sin from God can hide

We need The Truth to understand

Why Jesus came and died

 

We must repent from walking dead

Return to life once more

Rise up from Satan’s filthy bed

And lock to him our door.....

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Submitted: Thursday, July 30, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, July 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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