No King? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Alas this King, few eyes can see
Few ears His voice can hear
Unless our sins are on The Tree
Our minds are blind with fear

Obeying God’s the key to trust
True love, lays wide His doors
Religious bones will turn to dust
Fulfilling man made laws

Traditions fail while men pretend
Their offspring twist and turn
But man’s charade will surely end
On Jesus’ Christ’s return

As King of kings with sword in hand
The Lord; they now reject
Will take the throne of every land
Establishing respect

All heads will bow all knees will bend
Tears will flow in streams
Then wayward eyes will see the end
Of all their foolish dreams

They’ll see The Light in God’s elite
The bride remaining true
Who humbly sat at Jesus’ feet
In service of the few

When Jew and Christian stand as one
Man’s final war will start
Beneath the flag of God’s true Son
Death’s hand will take no part

The gates of hell will open wide
Amidst great screams and cries
When beast and devils burn inside
The bride of Christ will rise