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Once Was A Fool.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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ONCE a fool, I heard was dying

Once a fool I went to see

Once a fool was heartfelt crying

Many fools were not yet free

 

Why continue fooling around?

Why play the fool each day

Consider Life, seek Hallowed Ground

Look up Jesus whilst you may

 

Perhaps you think God’s imagined

Fools alone, invent fools views

A fairy tale, a children’s pageant

Churches, filling up their pews

 

Who can know what dawns tomorrow?

Who knows what is! Should be?

Will joy awaken, or sorrow

ONCE fools will come to see

 

Such, lost fools have done for ages

What fools, can do the best

Never turning Bible pages

ONCE, fools yet pass Life’s test

 

“Wake up1 See what now, you’re failing

Observe what ONCE! Fools do

What knowledge! is now unveiling?

Could my friend, belong to you”

 

As a fool, who’ll gaze in wonder

Hearing ONCE! Fools Heaven rise

Such disaster, failure blunder

Seeing ONCE fools take Life’s Prize

 

See these words my friend, you’re reading

Has not LOVE, wrote this for you?

Let every word be wisdom seeding

Heaven’s Prize is meant for you.....

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Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2018

Last Updated: Sunday, April 8, 2018

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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