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Complacence Is a Stench
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By Michael P. Johnson
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COMPLACENCE IS A STENCH
 

This world is suffering great defeat

Her death though slow is sure

Yet if she'd sit at Jesus' feet

She'd find the perfect cure

 

In Christ her children would be strong

They'd seek their Saviour's face

Instead she sings her master's song

And slips through sin from grace

 

Perhaps she'll come if Christ is heard

Through such as you and I

If in her heart we'd plant God's Word

Her children wouldn't die

 

The devil friend must flee from sight

The world must now be free

But we must be God's guiding light

So those yet lost can see

 

We need to lead unto the Lord

The blind, the sick, the lame

We need to spread Life's word abroad

For which The Saviour came!

 

Like team reserves sat on the bench

Players who never play

Complacence is to God a stench

He hates to smell each day

 

God calls to rise take firm life's stand

Until the foe has lost

Help others to The Promised Land

Regardless of the cost

 

For more must bow before God's Son

More tongues confess Him Lord

More hearts sing true God's will be done

Before God's great reward....Michael P. Johnson.

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Submitted: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Last Updated: Thursday, November 9, 2017

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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