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By Michael P. Johnson
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    Working Out There

Dig deep the land yet cold and dry

Break up un-fallowed ground

Pray Living Light would fall from high

That Jesus may be found

 

There’s not much good just sitting there

While children die still lost

Christ died for you, for all elsewhere

Salvation paid the cost

 

Allow my Son become your guide

Arise in Christ anew

Arise in faith venture outside

You’ll find I’m out there too

 

Spread wide The Truth that set you free

Spread deep Life’s Seed with grace

So others too may worship me

May live to see my face

 

When all on earth is done my child

When time has had her fill

With all my children reconciled

I’ll exercise my will

 

I’ll call to those I’ve proved and tried

When every battle’s won

I’ll call to me the chosen bride

To give my precious Son

 

For through my Word, when washed and clean

She’ll have the right to life

The right to reign as promised queen

My Son’s eternal wife

 

So pay good heed to all I’ve said

Arise within your pews

With He who lives, who once was dead

Go tell the world the news”…..

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Submitted: Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, December 18, 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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