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When Jesus Came
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By Michael P. Johnson
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       When Jesus Came

When Jesus came to take our load

To heal to set man free

What wondrous joy He then bestowed

When Satan bent the knee

 

Authority; firm in Jesus’ hand

Obedience, brought Life’s dawn

Through grace, The Truth we understand

When in His name reborn

 

What virtue came from love’s embrace?

What treasure, did God outpour?

What great unknown is yet to face?

Beyond Salvation’s Door

 

Perhaps your walk is void of Light

Your song is Satan taught

And though hell’s gates are plain in sight

Of God you give no thought

 

For such as you! “The Truth” was sent

For such as me! He came

We need but from our sin repent

Through faith in Jesus’ name

 

Yet even if we start to sink

Face thoughts of death and hell

Don’t let the devil make you think

Heaven can’t make things well

 

Alone God’s Lamb was void of sin

Lived free of filth and crime

All else have let the devil win

At least from time to time

 

But fear of God must first return

When peace neglects the soul

Allow God’s living Flame to burn

In those who fail the goal.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Last Updated: Tuesday, January 29, 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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