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Why Fear Dearh
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Whe Fear Death

 

Ever since Adam first drew breath

And ate from God’s banned tree

Man’s sought to break the chains of death

And live completely free

 

Is death so dreadful man should shy?

Mentioning of its name

Even the thought one day to die

Set’s countless souls aflame

 

Even in church people fear

Christians lose their glow

Cheerful smiles just disappear

And shaking heads bow low

 

Death is the door to joy unknown

For Jesus’ few in white

To mansion and a royal throne

Within the realm of Light

 

It separates from life on high

Eternity above

It brings the wings for souls to fly

Into the arms of love

 

But Christ-less souls a while should pause 

Should spare a moment’s thought

Should open wisdom wide their doors

And read God’s Son’s report

 

The bible’s real in detail true

Prescription for the soul 

Showing The Way one must pursue

If life’s to be our goal

 

It says that death’s at Jesus’ feet

Its keys are in His hand

Its sting for all of God’s elite

Is buried in the sand..... 

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Submitted: Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Last Updated: Tuesday, July 5, 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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