Birth Pains Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Before we’ve opened Heaven’s door
Before life’s song we sing
We’ve pains of birth through storms of war
Foretold by Christ our King

Till inside change is clearly seen
Through truth and second birth
God’s Son won’t choose us as His queen
Nor be His lamp on earth

A seed must die; to birth anew –Kn.12: 24-25
All weeds must bend the knee
Receiving Jesus’ precious dew –Jas.5: 7-8
We’ll rise a mighty tree –Mt.13: 31-32

First foolish pride, all selfish lust
The hateful things we say
Through fasting prayer will turn to dust
When at Christ’s feet we lay

“I daily die” said brother Paul –1Cor.15: 31
“To rise with Christ as one –Ro.6: 2-14
I’ll beat my flesh to make it fall –1Cor.9: 27
Until my battle’s won” –2Ti.4: 6-8

The way of truth’s the way of life –Mt.7: 14
The way but few can find
Through grace; we’ll reign as Jesus’ wife
Once death is left behind

Who’ll seek life’s crown, must first be slave
Must serve the faithful few –Mt.20: 27
All selfish aims must find the grave
Till birth begins anew

With Christ The Lord, we’ll rise once more
His bride adorned in white
Aflame; we’ll enter Heaven’s door Gen.3: 24
And dwell within God’s Light.