Michael Johnson Writes

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Michael Johnson Writes
By Arley Steinhour 082415

We have a Christian brother, excelling, at what I do,
He 'is' a Poet, while I am a clumsy Scribe,
He carries a thought, direct, straight through,
As, I wander, and mutter, with my diatribe.

I met his work some years ago,
And was smitten by his writing style,
Living in Europe, I didn't know,
What to do, when I lost him for a while.

A year, or three, went sailing by,
And, my writing improved, but, on its own,
There's little time left, before Jesus' Cry,
'Come up Hither,' that takes us Home.

So, read his words, True Poet Ware,
That can lead the heart to Repentance,
Michael Johnson Writes, beyond compare,
With a word, saying more than I, in a sentence.

He and I both, call out to you,
If Unsaved, and headed for Hell,
Turn heart to Jesus, He'll see you through,
Repent, His 'Justification,' a Gift, never to Sell.

AMEN