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Herod
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Herod

 

Herod, king of the ancient Jews

Heard one day displeasing news

Telling, a child would soon appear

To be the King of far and near

 

Herod frantic with temper wild

Resolved to kill each newborn child

”Go kill them all, little I care

Let no child live to rob my share”

 

But God, knowing the evil planned

Saved Jesus with His caring hand

Just how could Satan be so dumb?

Trying to kill the One to come

 

God’s Word God’s Christ! God’s Holy Seed

Came down to heal and meet man’s need

To Egypt safe, God’s Child was sent

Until when Herod’s life was spent

 

Then came to pass, as God had said

The devil’s servant lay now dead

His master’s work he tried and failed

When Rachel for her children wailed      Jer.31:15

 

Yet still today Herods are found

Even in church on hallowed ground

In many forms living their lies

Perhaps near you, in some disguise?

 

Beware of Satan’s evil schemes

Not all you see, it what it seems

Yet Jesus’ flock will understand

The King of kings has all in hand

 

The hand once pierced is open wide

God’s Shepherd calls His sheep inside

Now all who hear Salvation’s cry

Receive life’s Truth and never die…..

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Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, November 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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