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One Way Only
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By Michael P. Johnson
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           One Way Only

There’s nought of self that we can do

No knowledge we possess

No church on earth can make us new

How much we there confess

 

It matters not how sweet we speak

How long we fast and pray

No pious priest we come to seek

Nor words they have to say

 

It’s not from works we may have done

No sermons heard or preached

No great acclaim, no trophy won

Nor height on earth we’ve reached

 

It’s grace alone one’s soul is saved

Through Christ upon the tree

To sin no more are we enslaved

Once Jesus’ blood’s set free

 

Through Heaven’s Lamb we come alive!

To self, in Him we die

Without His substance none survive

However hard we try

 

Once saved; The Lord! We must obey

Repent from wayward sin

Seek truth and guidance night & day

Through He who dwells within

 

We can’t grow cold once Light has dawned

Once Christ has sent His flame

The Spirit comes that we be warned

As guide from lives of shame

 

Let no one steal from you of The Light

Keep always Christ in view

Endure until you’ve won the fight

Once Jesus’ makes you new..…

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Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, January 14, 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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