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Devil's Mould.
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By Michael P. Johnson
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         Devil's Mould.

In pride of self we walk so tall

Singing the devil’s song

Man knew The Truth, before the fall

From where we should belong

 

With God, man walked a little while

Knowing the joys of life

We saw the love, The Father’s smile

But then we forged the knife

 

In Satan’s mould, man’s dreams were cast

Forming the devil’s blade

When fanned by sin’s accursed blast

God’s Light began to fade

 

This evil blade so strong and cruel

Gains strength on lustful gain

Each time we let the devil rule

Each time we let him reign

 

Each cut each thrust one’s led astray

Severing thus life’s cord

In shame we leave The Father’s Way

Though many call Him “Lord”

 

We call Him Lord, yet pay no heed!

He calls, but still we fail

We disobey each rule decreed

Till lost, we end in jail

 

Until we see The Lord’s return

Till Satan’s final shame

Each evil knife we need to burn

Within God’s purging Flame

 

Before The Lord we understand

Before; on Him we gaze

We need to live as Christ has planned

We need to change our ways..…

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Submitted: Monday, December 17, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, December 17, 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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