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By Michael P. Johnson
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� � � �When God Chastens..

 

God seeks for Christ a faithful bride

To right her every wrong

For this; Christ came for this He died

For this He waits so long

�

Take heed o bride with righteous soul

Whose heart through faith beats true

The world looks to the one made whole

Whose drank The Morning Dew

�

Allow your song reach far and wide

Let pride crash to the ground

Until the harvest's safe inside

Until the lost are found

�

Go tell the world what's soon to be

To all on earth explain

Teach blinded souls The Light to see

Revive whom Satan's slain

�

Accept the discipline I give

The chastening of my rod

Receive The Truth through which to live

And know that I am God

�

I take no joy when people die

When men and women fail

When countries heed to Satan's lie

When children end in jail

�

I hear the screams of walking dead

�Where is this God Divine?�

Yet turn with guile to Satan's bed

To drink his putrid wine

�

So teach them how their lives can change

With love show tender care

Reveal The Truth still countless strange

Death's curse they needn't share.....�

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Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Last Updated: Thursday, June 1, 2017

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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