Church Without Walls Pt.1 Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Crosses festooning roofs and doors
Great windows fast with lead
Footsteps echo on marble floors
Through structures cold and dead

Stained glass porthole grand pillared halls
Towers pointing above
Yet too few churches without walls
Serve truly Christ with love

Where is the fear of yesteryear?
Wisdom ordained the bride
Her selfless love her tender care?
Drawing God’s sheep inside

Too busy living in the past
Drinking the same old wine
Man going nowhere quick and fast
With necks as stiff as iron

But God’s ordained His church should thrive
Glorious and sublime
In righteousness to all survive
Beyond the tests of time

With Calvary’s cross in constant view
It’s bearer plain in sight
Christ’s faithful bride must rise up too
In armoured robes of white

Life’s battle’s raging wild outside
The dragon seeks his prey
Yet masses seek in church to hide
Though Christ is on His way

But praise The Lord, some see The Light
Experience Truth first hand
Readying selves to stand and fight
Living as Jesus planned