Michael P. Johnson Poems

Bow down dogmas, creeds and sects
Religions, man has found
Life’s King, seeks loyal subjects
To rise, on holy ground
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Ere caterpillars come to die
They'll oft hang on a tree
Till pupa to a butterfly
God's handwork's plain to see
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Is something beyond death waiting?
Beyond the stars above
Or someone anticipating
The warmth of Heaven's love
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Like pebbles strewn upon a beach
In a storm, desert sand
Lost souls of children God will reach
To dwell His Promised land
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Life's not all easy with Jesus
With Christ who for us died
For living, yet not to please us
But change one's soul inside
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The ugliness of sin’s dark face
It’s vile and grotesque sound
The evil smell of life’s disgrace
When in one’s heart it’s found
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How came first life, on earth to be?
How can ears, witness sound?
How can an eye creation see?
Where true salvation found?
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Lonely, is loving without you
Life's intolerable crime
Until death's final rendezvous
A wasted use of time
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What would one do if Jesus left?
God's Holy Ghost took flight?
More miserable than souls bereft
In hell's deep darkest night
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What is life, if it ends here?
If nothing is to feel
What could cause, man death, to fear?
If hell is seen unreal
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