Eight From Seven (3) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

It’s not from books The Lord is known
But by The Spirit’s might
For He who’s not of flesh and bone
Is full of Heaven’s Light


Amidst the dead, we can’t remain
When truth we’ve understood
They’d throw us on the streets again
And think they’ve done some good


They’re quite content to think they know
God’s secret things on high
The bible says they’ll make us go
Believing that we lie


They’ve done it all before you see
To Luther in his time
He saw God’s word that set him free
To them that was the crime


Be not afraid of what they do
Obey the Lord above
If when you’re sure He speaks to you
Then shout it out in love


Call out to those who slumber fast
Ring loud the church’s bell
Fill now the net The Lord has cast
Keep tender plants from hell


Then Christ will choose His perfect bride
His Soap will wash her clean
His Holy Flame when deep inside
Will purify His queen


Our God is real, His promise true
Through faith His bride will live
Yet He who died for me and you
Has so much more to give…