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Mercy! the Fruit of Love
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Mercy! the Fruit of Love

 

 Salvation is a love affair

A covenant of blood

God, reaching out with man to share

So few have understood

 

For who sees God living, divine?

Who does His perfect will?

We treat His blood like common wine

Just good enough to spill

 

Yet mercy, is the fruit of love

God’s gift to one and all

If when to Him we turn above

And seek Him when we fall

 

We’ll know to whom the Wind has blown

To whom God’s Spirit’s sent

For mercy heals when love is shown

When contrite hearts repent

 

God pours His grace like morning dew

His truth becomes so plain

Our lives become pure and new

Through Christ when born again

 

Mercy’s a fruit, holy divine

From life’s eternal tree

Through Christ’s obedience yours and mine

Throughout eternity

 

 God’s love is true, His mercy’s real

We see it every day

So who know how the Lord must feel?

To see it thrown away

 

We must be true from this day on

One’s every sin confess

Have faith in God trust in His Son

Heaven won’t stand for less.....

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Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, October 12, 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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