Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,372 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

The Hunt Goes On - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We’re born, we live, we laugh and cry
Consider things we see
We procreate we one day die
As moments of eternity

But death has not the final word
Nor was it meant to be
Although The Truth may sound absurd
To those who fail to see

For soon beyond the here and now
When time has met its end
The head of death will also bow
And Satan’s knees will bend

Still creation lies in waiting
Frustration fills the air
Whilst the world remains debating
What future life may share?

Religious wars are common place
The truth we all proclaim
But which has God’s eternal grace
To set ones life aflame

Who’ll save their soul from endless pain?
Receive a robe of white
Repent of sin be born again
And walk within The Light

Who’ll turn their backs to darkness yet?
Forever to be blessed
Seek now The Truth and not regret
Love’s endless place of rest

Our Father’s eyes are everywhere
Seeking more souls to save
Hoping with more His wealth to share
When rising from the grave

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008



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