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Talents (2)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Talents(2)

 

It’s not for gain or foolish pride

These talents we receive

But seen; a child may join the bride

Or may at least believe

 

So priests of God who hog the light

Think not God’s children dumb

But those with gifts to show His might

Allow them now to come

 

When Jesus came to set you free

I took you as my own

The mighty gifts you had from me

Were not for you alone

 

Take heed to all your God has said

Look up and see my ways

Go forth, raise up the walking dead

Within these latter days

 

Through Heaven’s Gift my children save

Through Christ my living Son

You’ll even raise up from the grave

Believe! It shall be done

 

Beware your talents come from me!

Make sure you say they do

For when the fruit no one can see

The world will laugh at you

 

Though many try to say they’re mine

Boasting and seeking fame

One day I’ll cut them from the Vine

To end up in the flame

 

Your talents child, are not to hide

Your gifts must do some good

Arise in Jesus far and wide

To use them as you should…..

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Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, November 3, 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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