A Nightmare To Life Poem by Michael P. Johnson

What can one do, when fearing death?
Sweating within a dream
Before taking, one's final breath
Awaking with a scream

When a voice, suggested someone
Jesus! who for me, died
The living Christ, God's risen Son
Right there, I kneeled and cried

Out walking, a few days later
Tearful as I recall
While learning of my Creator
God! I, needed to call

Hearing my knee to Christ should bend
Repenting, I should pray
See God as Father, Lord and friend
Believing Heaven's Way

So kneeling right there, where I stood
A pavement on a street
Close to a creaky bench of wood
I prayed at Jesus feet

Words were stammered, first mumbled slow
People walking, stopped near
Then standing, warm with cheeks aglow
A few started to cheer

Praise God, thank God, said an old man
God is good, said His wife
Another called it Heaven's plan
Saving another one's life

Now! I myself, am old and grey
Safe in Salvation's hand
Able to witness you today
Build not! your house on sand.....