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The Road Sweeper {Mk.4:4}
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Road Sweeper (Mk 4:4)
I came upon a jewel one day

No better man's yet found

This treasure someone threw away

Or dropped upon the ground

 

I sweep the roads that's what I do

In every weather out

I clean the streets to look as new

I rid what's tossed about

 

Sweeping one day without a care

Pleased as a soul could be

Suddenly it lay just there

Crumpled for all to see

 

I'm pleased that night it failed to rain

Gutters were dry and clean

It could have floated down the drain

And no one would have seen

 

I could have thrown it in the sack

Like any other time

But when I read what's on the back

It would have been a crime

 

I have it safe for all to see

Near my God blessed heart

More worth than worldwide gold to me

From which I'll never part

 

The inside's clean, the words are true

It's just a tract that's free

But still I pray it does for you

The same it did for me

 

My tale for now is at an end

What's on the back; you say?

A message true from God my friend

Is SOME FELL BY THE WAY.....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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