Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,373 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Who Have Ears - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

You who have ears listen well
Lift up your eyes and see
Heaven is there and endless hell
Waiting for you and me

To which! The choice is yours and mine
For each there’s ample space
Eternally in hell’s confine
Or free with Heaven’s grace

Selfless vibrant ready at hand
Love is constant always ever
Through true love’s grace we understand
He who fails us never

With bloody face and dried out tongue
Obedience complete
Upon a bloody tree Love hung
Through nails in hands and feet

Unselfishly He gave His all
Obediently He died
As living hope to all who fall
That love be multiplied

Deliberate His chosen path
Innocent every stride
That we may flee eternal wrath
Upon The Wind to ride

Far and beyond dismal despair
Beyond this world of tears
Into a realm where love’s to share
And never disappears

Accept or not what here was told
Believe it true or lie
Let wisdom reign with crown of gold
Or foolish pauper die…………..

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

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