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James Mills Poem
The Evangelist
There comes a man, more cursed than not
Spiritually guided, or so he must be
To remind the children of things they forgot
Of the price of salvation and eternity
With the staff of moses he prods their coals
Embers of a fire that’s grown cold
A raging flame that had filled their souls
Like sheep scattered, gone from the fold
Through the dark with a light so bright
He seeks these lambs that lose their way
To his tented shelter, out of the night
They come together to kneel and pray
As some stand back, others draw near
With respect for the feeling about to come
To some it’s love, but to others it’s fear
For they all know where it’s from
Softly at first it starts to move
From person to person it begins to flow
With a shout or cry, tongues do prove
That a heavenly presence runs the show
As stiffened necks begin to bow
As stony hearts start to crumble
The spirit teaches, for it knows how
That when at first we learn to be humble
When the chains of pride are broken
And the yoke of bondage cast away
A comforting spirit of tongues is spoken
With unknown words you will say
For those that are standing near and about
For them that must have their sign
For those that are weak or of doubt
An unexcelled joy they will find
When on this narrow path they go
Hand in hand with the holy one
With the sword of truth to slay our foe
Power given through gods only son
These gifts of the spirit are very real
Tools from the carpenter that he gave
A mystery to most, but he does reveal
There every use for this world to save
So comes this man of no special breed
Chosen of god to spread his flame
A gift to his children to fill a need
For after the fire……nothings the same
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Ships without sails
There's a man walking on the water
There's a man walking on the sea
There's a man walking on the water
And he's calling out to me
He said son I know you been drifting
Like a ship without its sails
But when life's storms are raging
I have a peace that never fails
So take my hand and we'll cross together
This here sea of pain and tears
Just lean on me forever
And I'll calm all your fears
I cried Lord would you save me
Please don't let my boat go down
He smiled and said I love you
And I would never let you drown
As I reached out to Jesus
I saw the scars he bore
Then my life found true meaning
Because I knew what they were for
When we touch the hands of Jesus
When we feel those scars from nails
Then our lives will find their purpose
And our ships will find their sails
Copyright © James Mills | Year Posted 2016
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James Mills Poem
A Poet
A poet dies a hundred deaths
A poem is the executioner
Copyright © James Mills | Year Posted 2016
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