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Called to Serve
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By Michael P. Johnson
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� � � � Called to Serve

The Lord may still set sheep apart

Send servants hand in hand

Placing messages in one�s heart

To spread from land to land

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But partnerships can come to fall

The past is plain to see

Like Barnabas when joined with Paul

Began to disagree �Act.15:36-40

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Through squabbling, one�s eyes grow blind

Through discord; deafness rules

Not always is God�s work in mind

When men behave like fools

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When knees to self begin to bow

When pride puts on a crown

Man�s soul can lose importance now

As faith comes tumbling down

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Is disobedience running wild?

Has wisdom nought to tell?

Does no one think about the child?

Bound on the road to hell

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Does Jesus truly call to these?

Did Jesus set them free?

Or is one�s self; we aim to please?

In Satan�s hand to see?

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Let pride seek out and find the grave

Let bitterness be lost

We�re sent in Christ; lost souls to save

However high the cost

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Who yet reject The Lord�s command?

Refuse to plant Life�s Seed?

Others He�ll choose to plough the land

Others His sheep may feed..�

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Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

Last Updated: Saturday, July 28, 2018

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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