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The Queue's Cure
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Queue's Cure

 

All day and night in we’ll stand queue

From Satan to receive

Sickness, disease, even death too

For those he can deceive

 

Although we’ve heard about such things

We know; that sin can kill

We fly to it as if on wings

And so the graveyards fill

 

No shortages are yet in sight

We know there’s something wrong

We need some help to win the fight

The queue, grows ever long

 

When steeped in sin, when devil’s reign

When death is plain to see

No salve no pill will ease the pain

Nor surgeon skill can free

 

No force on earth can turn the tide

No craft foil Satan’s plan

Alone God’s Lamb dwelling inside

Can bring relief to man

 

Through Christ alone salvation’s sent

True life that sees no end

When in His name we now repent

And on His blood depend

 

Who God obeys will not regret

Countless before have tried

Far too many who Christ have met

Have thus so testified

 

Of course it may sound strange to you

As was at first to me!

But leave today the devil’s queue

Come taste The Lord and see….. 

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Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012

Last Updated: Friday, November 16, 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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