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No Place For Rebels.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Above creation’s everything

When time has met its end

When death’s last song it’s come to sing

God will recall His friend

 

Abraham; his faithful seed

With church of Christ His Son

Devoid of sin, demonic weed

Since life was first begun

 

But not; who’ve shared the devil’s views

Who’ve followed Satan’s plan

No Christian tears, no self-styled Jews

Will dwell His Promised Land

 

No rebel, true life’s crown will win

Nor enter Yahweh’s tent

Those involved with religion’s sin

Nor sinner who won’t repent

 

The Lord God spoke with upheld arm

With righteous grace and love

No one who’ll curse or do mine harm

Will rise to life above

 

So search within, with open eyes

Till rid of evil wares

Think not to rise through Paradise?

To reap eternal shares

 

Where righteous life will never cease

After seeking God’s face

The obedient in endless peace

Will dwell His dwelling place

 

But who God’s truths will seek to learn

God’s warnings understand

Be willing, from all sin to turn

And take Salvation’s hand…..

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Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, August 11, 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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