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Eight from Seven (1)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Eight from Seven (1)

Throughout the years so much has changed

The Truth is seldom told

Mankind the church has so deranged

Even the bride grows cold

 

Stagnant, God’s children sit and rot

In church on hallowed ground

Though God is there, yet oft He’s not

Allowed to make a sound

 

Where man alone in church can speak

Where man the rules has laid

The flock inside grows sadly weak

And seen from Christ to fade

 

The Holy Ghost cannot be heard

His name alone spreads fear

Oh yes, they read and preach God’s Word

But who in there, can hear?

 

In seven churches Jesus stood

Churches; man thought were sound

Yet Christ found none of them was good

None of them Heaven bound

 

From seven! God has long in sight

An eighth from them to form

To raise, to give Life’s living Light

With power to calm the storm

 

Come out! From where they’re still asleep

Now leave the walking dead

Come to the place where calves will leap

Where Heaven’s grace has led

 

Who still refuse, can stay behind

But Jesus’ few rejoice

Allow the blind to lead the blind

For they have made their choice…

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Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, October 24, 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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