Michael P. Johnson Poems

The world looks on while Christians sing
She sees the so-called few
How some resent the slightest thing
And hate another’s view
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Though seven churches sang their song
Though praying night and day
Yet Christ in all found something wrong
Through which still many stray
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Mistletoe sprigs and chocolate moose
Circus on the tele’
Chicken, turkey, roasted goose
Bowls of wobbly jelly
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A greater gift could no one give
Salvation as a child
Given of God so man could live
On earth so meek and mild
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Who live to sin, are blind and lost
With only self to blame
Who'd be prepared to pay the cost?
To free such souls from shame
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At first, creation seems as painted
Sparkling seas, rivers untainted
The sun the moon sweet smell and sound
Heaven’s handwork's all around
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Does man deserve his time of day
The Light God sent to show The Way
Should Jesus dwell in hearts of stone
When taking score which seed we’ve sown
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The Way to God is long unveiled
When on the cross His Lamb was nailed
But countless lost believe it odd
That just one Way will lead to God
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“For many years there’s hardly rain
We eat what we can find
We have no means to buy more grain
Nor food of any kind
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When sin lay bear the devil’s plan
When shame gave birth to lies
Death’s dawn came first to mortal man
At Adam’s sad demise
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