Michael P. Johnson Poems

Through wickedness, one hopes winning
A self deluded prize
Though hearing of God, while sinning
To shame, we turn our eyes
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Men, women, young, old, rich, poor
People like me and you
Sometimes thinking but not quite sure
If God, The Lord is True
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Sinister, night grows darker now
Many have nowhere to hide
The antichrist will seek to bow
Who hope life's Wind to ride
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Demons are running amok now
Satan's out of his mind
Frantic watching, lost souls bow
To Life's Way deaf and blind
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Who'll love, endless life, acquire
Slumber, no more nor sleep
Spread forth the seed of desire
Heaven would gladly reap
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While living, water's everywhere
Water causing to think
Though Heaven's willing free to share
Just few will come to drink
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All I have I would gladly give
Until the day I die
If always In Heaven I'd live
With Christ Himself on high
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Children laughing, babies crying
Grownups both here and there
Life enjoying, fearing dying
Just God alone knows where
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Throughout life we hear crying
People dying in pain
Unaware of Jesus dying
Life to begin again
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Who knows of the bare faced liar
The universal cheat
Who with countless devils conspire
Man and God to defeat
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