Climbing Higher Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We buy a house that cannot last
A car that’s doomed to rust
Few think about our wayward past
Or when we turn to dust


Most find with God, no time to talk
For church they’ve no desire
With Satan though, they choose to walk
And think they’ll flee hell’s fire


They fear no God, nor coming wrath
They’re arrogant and proud
Eager to walk the darkest path
And mingle with the crowd


But praise The Lord I’ve seen The Way
The Tree Of Life I’ve found
And though this tent may soon decay
I’m bound for holy ground


Though still life’s roads have many thorns
Where scorpions seek to kill
Yet taking heed when God forewarns
I’m climbing higher still


Now Satan’s way is not for me
In hell is not my share
I’ve found obedience is the key
Through love and tender care


I love my God I love His Son
Through Fire & Ghost within
I’ve faith to see life’s battles won
And so I live to win


Be unafraid if Truth is yours
If Christ's your Lord & King
The grave has closed it’s gaping jaws
And death has lost it’s sting