Christ Jesus, My God. Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Four thousand years God's had writing
His Book was then complete
Since then, the whole world's been fighting
With none calling defeat

One people say this, another that,
Still no one giving ground
Though squabbling, like a dog and cat
With fur flying around

At the table, no one's sitting
Mankind's in disarray
Everyone's hissing and spitting
Disputing an unlike way

Having a six thousand year field day
Satan's seeking more time
People now living past old and grey
Hell's devils feel sublime

So it has been, so will it stay
Religions will argue
But Jesus Christ, Life's living Way
Shows me, perhaps you too!

Religions are for the unknowing
Copying those around
Believing but never growing
Building on sandy ground

What can Truth say to such people
In temples to gods not there
How rich adorned, high their steeple
No others will ever care

Let nations live as they want to
Let people wander free
Let one another change their view
Let Jesus Christ! keep me.....