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Joe Said
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By Michael P. Johnson
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           Joe said

It’s strange what things are heard today

Today upon the street

A man was killed, or so they say

Nailed by his hands and feet

 

The Son of God! They said he was

Fastened to some old tree

They say he died to open doors

To set the whole world free

 

I told old Joe that lives next door

The tale this man had said

Joe said he’d heard it all before

The man was now not dead!

 

Joe said I’d heard Salvation’s call

Whatever that, could mean

He said that down the Gospel Hall

The Truth may there be seen

 

Joe said this Jesus chose to die

In such tremendous pain

Yet lives today, in you and I

That we be born again

 

Only through Christ, God’s Son divine

Of death need no one dread

Who see to drink His blood like wine

And eat His flesh as bread

 

I’m off with Joe again tonight

There’s something I should see

He says that Jesus has a light

He wants to give to me

 

I know old Joe; he’s good and wise

Through things I’ve seen him do

He says that Jesus never lies

So why don’t you come too?.....

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Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, March 10, 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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