Michael P. Johnson Poems

How sad but true, even today
Two thousand years or more
People are scaring sheep away
From church and Heaven’s door
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What wonder’s this? How can it be?
A miracle indeed
Yet here today my eyes can see
Man’s one and only need
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As the years cascade behind me
As slumber tide draws nigh
The Wind reveals Golgotha tree
And He who chose to die
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How oft I feel deprived alone
Anxious restless so low
All I can do is moan and groan
Beneath this salty flow
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Where shadows cloud an infant mind
Where darkness daunts the soul
Man’s spirit being far from blind
Can seek and find it’s goal
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Let’s not be parrots in God’s house
Weigh up everything said
Become as a humble church mouse
Feasting on Heaven’s Bread
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Discussions falter, tempers fly
Battles and wars increase
Where men, women and children die
Devoid of inner peace
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Where shadows cloud The righteous path
Where darkness hides The Way
Many may face eternal wrath
Many may rue today
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Seeking contentment running wild
Living the devil’s ways
Remember when depressed my child
You tried to end your days
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Can the lost be found to love You?
The lame walk Heaven’s Way
Can the blind see how to know You?
The deaf hear what You say?
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