Michael P. Johnson Poems

Do you know He who was dying?
Two thousand years ago
Who through sinless blood, supplying
Brought forth Salvation flow
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Look at your body, every part
Think how it came to be
One's ears, kidneys, one's nose, tongue, heart
One's intricate eyes, to see
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How came first life, on earth to be?
How can ears, witness sound?
How can an eye creation see?
Where true salvation found?
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Lonely, is loving without you
Life's intolerable crime
Until death's final rendezvous
A wasted use of time
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Life's not all easy with Jesus
With Christ who for us died
For living, yet not to please us
But change one's soul inside
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Ere caterpillars come to die
They'll oft hang on a tree
Till pupa to a butterfly
God's handwork's plain to see
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Is Heaven's calling around you?
Do you think God's not real?
You'll need The Living Christ in view
Before you'd think to kneel
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Just what on earth are you doing?
What goal have you before?
Humanity's war, still brewing
Knocks constant at your door
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A spot here, a pimple there
Breaking sweat with a twinge
Doctors are treating for despair
Even a slightest cringe
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Countless are those who fail life's zest
With eyes doubtful unseeing
Digging, diving delving in quest
For origin of being
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