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Taking One's Cross
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Taking One's Cross

 

Who in the church is far too shy?

Sitting at Jesus’ feet

Who’s not prepared for Christ to die?

Or witness on the street

 

“Take up your cross and follow me

And turn the other cheek”

It’s not enough to bend our knee

And go to church each week

 

Go north go south go east and west

Life’s seed we each should sow

The Truth God gave to tell the rest

But who’s prepared to go?

 

Who for neighbours will suffer loss?

Who’ll fly God’s standard high

Take up for Christ their personal cross?

Who’ll daily self deny?

 

Of course; salvation’s not by works

But are we lost and blind?

Ducking diving where Satan lurks

And leave The Plough behind

 

Is it too much for God to ask?

His servants lend a hand

Should not it be our daily task?

To rise at His command

 

Are souls not called to stand and fight?

To render hearts of stone

To be to God a great delight

For Christ to call His own

 

Take courage; take in hand truth’s sword

With bit between your teeth

For righteousness for Christ The Lord

To God our souls bequeath.....

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Submitted: Saturday, August 15, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, August 15, 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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