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Whom the Son Sets Free
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By Michael P. Johnson
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      Whom The Son Sets Free

The devil has the world so bound

She’s turned from God on high

Blind of The Way to hallowed ground

Her children fail and die

 

Yet lost behind their prison wall

Pending hell’s fiery grave

Each child who answers Heaven’s call

God’s Lamb will surely save

 

In Satan’s pit we all would be

If not for Jesus Christ

If not The Truth adorned to see

The One God sacrificed

 

We’re going nowhere on our own

Without God’s Lamp inside

His Flame that melts a heart of stone

Can burn out foolish pride

 

What good is light to those yet blind?

Life’s path, if none can seek?

What good’s salvation none can find?

Or truth we fail to speak?

 

The pruning shears are in the hand –Jn.15:1-6

Of Him who burns the weed

The One who calls to tend the land –Gen.2:8-15

To plough and plant life’s seed –Gen.1:28

 

On thorns and thistles yet we’ll live –Gen.3:18

Until the day we die –Gen.3:19+Ro.8:13

So thus God’s word we ought to give –Mt.28:19-20

And not to wonder why –Ro.9:20

 

Yet even now it’s growing late!

The devil’s on his way –Rev.20:3

If we don’t wish to share his fate –Rev.20:14-15

God’s Word we must! Obey.-Jn.14:15-31…..

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Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, January 6, 2013

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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