Harvest Time Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Don’t wait until too late now
To flee hell’s mob with knives
Today; your knees to Christ should bow
Ere the reaper, arrives

Who’ll cut man’s throat, who’ll take one’s head
Torture one’s very soul
Where false religion these has bred
Failing to find life’s goal

The faithful bride had long since gone
The church, where truth was found
In the cloud of Jesus, God’s Son
Rising to higher ground

They never saw this escapade
The one Christ prophesied
This monstrous, devilish parade
Satan personified

Through deceit he will assemble
A mob with blinded eyes
No army will these resemble
Till he drops his false disguise

Like lions, worldwide, with force they’ll prowl
A beast will then appear
Like rabid dogs, they’ll rage and howl
To gain the earth through fear

With rockets, ships, warplanes with tanks
To dominate, cruel with might
From skulking captives, he’ll reap much thanks
That failed to see the light

Make no mistake while time draws nigh
These words in love are true
Before you think to live or die
Let God’s grace, rapture you.....