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No Hiding Place
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By Michael P. Johnson
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   No hiding place

Upon God’s Wind we’d love to soar

On Heaven’s Dove to ride

But still we knock the devil’s door

Then later try to hide

 

So oft just like a circus clown

We wear a smiling face

While deep inside our hearts are down

Because of sin’s disgrace

 

Behind a mask we sit in church

The facts we would conceal

God’s Spirit though sees where to search

And knows what’s true and real

 

Although the world can be such fun

Her sin can none afford

To serve two-masters can’t be done

We need to serve The Lord

 

From God there is no hiding place

No matter how we try

The Truth will always show his face

However great we lie

 

Each secret deed will come to light

All to see so clear

Heaven alone can lead us right

When God we learn to fear

 

To fear the Lord is surely wise

It keeps the conscience clean

No need to wear a fool’s disguise

When all by God is seen

 

We have no need to act the clown

The fool is Satan’s wife

Instead through Christ we’ll wear a crown

When truth’s our way of life.....

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Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, March 1, 2012

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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