Above Shifting Sand (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Above Shifting Sand (1)



ABOVE SHIFTING SAND (1)
Salvation's arms are open wide
With harvest close at hand
The Lord calls out to come inside
But who can understand?

There's still so much that needs explained
The bride must yet define!
Why old traditions keep her chained
And drunk on putrid wine

But who counts snowflakes when they fall?
Or leaves upon the ground?
Or those behind a prison wall
Who Satan's tightly bound

For snowflakes melt, once spring arrives
And leaves, return to earth
Revival, though to sinful lives
Can come through second birth

The lost are blind and much abused
God's truth they fail to see
Religion has them so confused
Yet Christ can set them free

The Lord will rescue from the grave
Pour oil on nature's rot
His precious blood will heal and save
Who man and time's forgot

But fools lay wide to death the door
Refusing Jesus' hand
While life's beyond the devil's shore
Above the shifting sand

He's crying out both night and day
We've heard Him more than once
But Satan's whores refuse to pray
And so there's no response…PTO…

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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