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Vessels Refined
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Vessels Refined

 

 

Not all will see The Father’s face

Nor dwell The Promised Land

But those in Christ living by grace

As Heaven always planned

 

Not all will flee the coming wrath

Escape the pit of hell

But those walking God’s chosen path

Who’ve drank from Heaven’s Well

 

Be filled from life’s eternal Spring

Be vessels pure as gold

Be dogs for Christ who’ll safely bring

God’s sheep into the fold

 

Not every cup will Heaven fill

Not every vessel’s used

But those about The Father’s will

However much abused

 

Though sometimes broke with crack and chip

Though often cast aside

Through such; in oil The Lord will dip

In service to the bride

 

Wanting to serve meeting the need

Through Jesus’ hand repaired

Vessels to bring and used to feed

What Heaven’s King has shared

 

From gold no fire could more refine

Transformed at Jesus’ feet

Flowing with oil with choicest wine

Love’s fruit luscious and sweet

 

As chosen cups of living stone

We’ll stand eternal blessed

Vessels refined for Heaven’s throne

In God’s eternal rest.....

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Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, January 29, 2016

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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