In Sin Most Die Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With common attitude's failing
By schools and doctrines tossed
Constant Life's Shepherd's hailing
Blind sheep still rambling lost

While Heaven instructs through teaching
With love, will God guide man
Yet souls, devil hordes are reaching
Ever since time began

In sin most die, in shame are killed
Of God, hardly a thought
So deep in hell, places are filled
Sadly is life's report

Will one day you; be one of these?
To liars lock tight doors
Seek living Truth on bended knees
Let Jesus' hand hold yours

With Jesus never far from you
Patently at your side
Willing with Heaven's faithful few
You'll join His chosen bride

Look to the future now today
Regard your foolish past
Ponder, walking Salvation's Way
Rid of hell's shame amassed

Houses, cars, gems, silver and gold
Vast fame, fortunes galore
How long my friend, will these you hold?
When death opens its door

When with facts and truth discerning
Which door will open wide
Will you join forever burning
The screaming lost inside.....