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From Rags to Riches
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Frim Rags to Riches

 

Choose peace, joy, choose tears and pain

Choose Christ or death and hell

Be wise live not this life in vain

But heed what truth will tell

 

Through love be hugged divinely kissed

Through caring hands raise high

Who but a fool would God resist?

Who but a fool will die?

 

Thank God for selfless love revealed

Melting a heart of stone

For wisdom where one learns to yield

And bow to Heaven’s throne

 

Seek The Father, follow The Son

Embrace The Light above

Caress The Truth where life is won

Hold fast to grace and love

 

Open your door to Heaven’s smile

Your widow to the soul

Resolve to walk the extra mile

Towards your unseen goal

 

Remember Lott’s escaping wife

Remember Jonah’s plight

Consider well your future life

Once death has lost its fight

 

Step out in faith hopeful in trust

Advance with Christ today

Though all behind you turns to dust

Stand fast and walk God’s Way

 

Give Christ your jewels your ornate gown

Your golden ball and chain

Lay all before your Saviour down

And enter love’s domain…..Michael 

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Submitted: Friday, March 18, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, March 18, 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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