Michael P. Johnson

Silver Star - 4,148 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Suicide - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

There’re hills in life and rocky vales
There’re thorns on roses too
There’re tranquil days and stormy gales
And ways we should pursue

Yet life on earth is but a trial
God’s sifting of the sand
Some walk to victory with a smile
Others don’t understand

Suicide is the lonesome door
Where darkness seeks to be
Unknowing that forever more
That death we’ll never see

Do not believe satanic lies
Man’s rest is not the tomb
For all who sleep will surely rise
And face God’s judgement room

For surely as The Father lives
Who hears His children’s cry
Who loves so much through Christ He gives
The only way on high

All others! Are but roads to hell
Within the fiery lake
As God’s true word explains too well
That there be no mistake

Suicide leads to endless shame
Like murder theft and lies
Except we call on Jesus’ name
Before our sad demise

But suicides; cannot return!
To seek salvation’s claim
Without remorse they’re doomed to burn
Within hell’s pit of flame


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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