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No Help Needed
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By Michael P. Johnson
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No Help Needed

 

 Christ came to end our foolish strife

Dying life’s facts to give

“I am The Way The Truth and Life     Jn.14:6

The ONLY Way to live”

 

Who say He’s not! Who say He lies

Is foolish lost and blind

The devil’s clouded up their eyes

With shadows of the mind

 

How many first must die in shame?

How many more must fail?

How many souls must feed the flames?

In hell’s eternal jail

 

Through Christ alone we’re reconciled

Through cleansing of one’s soul

No virgin maid, man, nor child

Can boast to make us whole

 

The Way to God is Christ alone

This fact’s to understand

Woman came first from Adam’s bone

Through Jesus’ divine hand

 

Who was, who is, who’s ever near

The same on Heaven’s throne

Who chose a maid so He’d appear

As man of flesh and bone

 

A maid who lived awhile and died

A maid who needed Christ

That she be also qualified

Through Jesus sacrificed

 

Christ needs no help man’s soul to save

Regardless who we are

No one; can free from death and grave

But Christ The Morning Star .....

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Submitted: Friday, October 2, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, October 3, 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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