Michael P. Johnson Poems

Heathens hate, Christ without reason
Flourish as they desire
May live on earth for a season
To burn endless, in fire
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Have you shared thought, of being dead?
How you're living today?
Is, or not a future ahead?
Is there a God, as they say?
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While most have heard of Jesus Christ
Heaven and hell's fire
So few believe Christ, sacrificed
And fewer, now enquire
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Who believes they're safe and sound
To church, each week you go
As born-again, you're Heaven bound
Yet failing Life, to know
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Consider yourself, look around
Is anything good to see?
Circle the world, nought will be found
Mankind, from hell to free
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God is love, insurmountable
When, wherever displayed
Makes slips, faults unaccountable
Ones doubts and distrusts fade
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The day's far spent, evening draws nigh
What is life's season for?
Living a while, destined to die
To enter an unseen door
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If God from you, would hide His Face
You'll need to bend your knee
Pray forgiveness, seek Love's Grace
From sin's shame, to be free
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For being cheating adulterous fools
Denying God on high
Breaking each of His sacred rules
A grave we'd occupy
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'Who on earth are you, to say I'm lost
Stopping me walking by
Saying that somehow, God I've crossed
And thus afraid to die
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