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Come Climb the Hill
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By Michael P. Johnson
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      Come Climb the Hill

What do we seek each Sabbath morn?

What’s in a church to do?

When far too few have been reborn

And through God’s blood made new

 

Few place their faith in Christ’s report

Their hope in Jesus’ name

God’s holy will, must still be sought

Till safely through The Flame

 

Not few will say the church is cold

Her ancient rules severe

Like Esau, souls can soon be sold

Unless they draw Christ near

 

Of course the church can’t make us whole

Can’t free a man of sin

Nor can she save a shameful soul

That cares to venture in

 

Yet children who are steeped in prayer

However large or small

For endless life can now prepare

And answer to The Call

 

Religion cannot lead to life

Can’t open Heaven’s door

Can’t make God’s Son a perfect wife

From Satan’s wayward whore

 

We need to fill our cup with grace

Consume God’s righteous Wine

Repent and leave the devil’s place

However chic and fine

 

Unless we curb our stubborn will

Seek Heaven’s Lamb on high

Unless we climb Salvation Hill

Like fools we’ll surely die…..

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Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, February 3, 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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