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We Have the Key
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By Michael P. Johnson
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We Have the Key

 

God’s Lamb is knocking doors today

No longer on The Tree

He’s calling sheep doomed and astray

He’s calling you and me

 

He’s calling all to look inside

Explore one’s bowels of shame

Query the things we seek to hide

God’s anger could inflame

 

Too long we’ve lived a foolish lie

Too long we’ve failed to see

Believing till the day we die

Heaven & God can’t be

 

Too long we’ve laughed God’s name to scorn

Spitting in Jesus’ face

Filling the devil’s cup and horn

Living in deep disgrace

 

Though eighty years within a pew

Or in a house of whores

To share His love through life anew

God’s knocking all our doors

 

Still Jesus’ blood is calling out

His arms still open wide

Hoping lost sheep will turn about

And walk to love inside

 

Who’ll open God their tight locked door?

Bid Fire & Light within?

Set true their course for Heaven’s shore?

Away from death and sin

 

Who’ll say to God they wish to live?

By faith they will obey

Take up the cross He’ll choose to give

And walk The narrow Way..... 

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Submitted: Thursday, March 3, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, March 3, 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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