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  • Writer's pictureEdward Riederich

Michon's Mission


There was a woman named Michon

A line in the sand she had drawn

Some thought she was Spirit-filled

But she was really just unskilled

The Spirit from her had withdrawn


A wolf in sheep's clothing

The righteous were loathing

She knew a Bible verse or two

But twisted them into view

The truth she was opposing


Michon, a complete disgrace

Sitting smug in her "safe" place

She delights to deceive 

Leading forth the naive

Reprobate fallen from grace


Today you can see a Michonite

In offenses they will delight 

With a self righteous word

With vision that is blurred

Cataracts take over their sight 


From a Michon you must run

Because there are more than just one

But if you harden your heart

She will land a poisonous dart 

That's when her work has just begun


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Spirit4
Jan 23

Great word!

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