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At Death's Door
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By Michael P. Johnson
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At Death's Door

 

Pass by the gates of death my child

Holding your Saviour’s hand

I’ve longed that we be reconciled

Before my Promised Land

 

Behind you now is all the strife

Sin’s consequential pain

Come through the door to endless life

Where love alone can reign

 

Enter the door to living peace

Receive life’s golden crown

Where happiness will never cease

Where no one wears a frown

 

Be not afraid of what I say

Take heart remain secure

By walking straight my chosen Way

Your destination sure

 

Your soul reveals your heart is true

My death was not in vain

Let all I am accompany you

Let peace with grace remain

 

I’m in the vale of death my friend

I’m always by your side

I’m with you till we both ascend

Beyond the great divide

 

I’ve loved you ere the world began

I’ve loved you in your prime

I’ll love you born as perfect man

Beyond the end of time

 

So hear the words of Him who died

Take firm my hand in yours

Let’s rise together side by side

Through life’s eternal doors….. 

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Submitted: Monday, March 28, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, March 28, 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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