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Salt of the Earth
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Salt of the Earth

They sit deprived within his jail
Afraid to even die

Life’s living Truth one needs to eat
From Heaven with reason
Churches should help raise finest wheat
With salt; to duly season

Season to change the barren earth
Each soul in darkness found
Raising by grace through second birth
To walk on holy ground

It’s not for saints to be at rest
While others die out there
But each is called to give their best
Through all God gives to share

We know! The Lord has set us free
God’s Salt’s in me and you!
We need but shake ourselves to see
What work there’s still to do?

But stagnant salt, will lose its taste
For precious work, no good
God throws it out; like worthless waste
To trample down like mud

To stay at home, we’ve no excuse
The foe’s here to fight
What good is salt when not in use?
But sit there looking white!

To Christ we live, and so in haste
The “Gospel” should be heard
As humble salt brings out the taste
So saints! Should spread the word……

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Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2011

Last Updated: Friday, July 15, 2011

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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