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Are You Worth It (1)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Are You Worth It(1)

At first, creation seems as painted

Sparkling seas, rivers untainted

The sun the moon each sight each sound

Jesus’ labours truly abound

 

At first we fail to understand

We marvel at The Master’s hand

Infinite scenes immeasurably vast

Yet who will praise The First & Last?

 

He made the trees, plants and flowers

Roses small, cedars like towers

The diligent ant the eagle’s wing

The human tongue God’s praise to sing

 

Who can survey the mighty storm?

Fail to marvel a snowflakes form

Each is unique no two the same

Yet who’ll regard through whom they came?

 

Who can weigh a smile we see?

Measure sweet joy of victory?

Who can compare the morning star?

Can fail to wonder from afar?

 

The birds the bees the bugs the flies

The fruits and greens of paradise

It pleased God’s heart to give all free

But who has eyes the facts to see?

 

Who has ears to hear the song?

Know where loyalty should belong?

God’s vast array feeds heart and mind

Yet most of us are walking blind

 

Through selfish pride, were walking tall

So ignorant we daily fall

Yet who’ll awake and now repent?

Or join the fools in hell God sent?.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, October 30, 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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