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The Tongue
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Tongue

 

We think we’re saved we have it made

In churches grand and tall

But some of us will fail the grade

Through wicked tongues we fall

 

Although God’s Flame burns in one’s heart

We let the devil, speak

From in the mind he tears apart

When thoughts of his we leak

 

We can’t let darkness rule our mind

Dragging us off to hell

Being once filthy lost and blind

Satan; we know too well

 

Venomous tongues do more than sting

Like swords and knives, they kill

The devil’s vicious song they’ll sing

Instead of being still

 

We’re saved by grace to live anew

Not walk and speak with guile

From out His mouth will Jesus spew

Such evil stinking bile

 

For this; we must be first inside!

Of this can be no doubt

We must be part of Jesus’ bride

For Him to spit us out!

 

It’s not to flesh these things are said

The world can’t understand

But we in Christ who once were dead

Saved in The Saviour’s hand

 

The tongue can bring such deadly shame

Can turn the wisest blind

Without The Truth in Jesus’ name

Life’s Door we’ll never find.....  

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Submitted: Monday, October 22, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, October 22, 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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