No Price For Freedom Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We err we stray we land in jail
This fact we’ve all to tell
If no one comes to pay our bail
We’re doomed to roast in hell


Condemned to burn with Satan’s hoard
Suffer the death of fools
Eternally to feel God’s sword
For breaking Heaven’s rules


No one can flee nor ever die
No one can earn release
If pardons though were free to buy
For some would torment cease


If endless life was up for sale
The poor would seek The Christ
The rich and cunning would hardly fail
However highly priced


But since salvation comes quite free
It seems of little worth
Few will bother to bend their knee
For Christ and second birth


Its not in vogue its not the craze
Its not considered cute
So few find time these latter days
To find the wise pursuit


What would it take to change their mind
Wipe off their foolish smile
To stop them roaming round as blind
And seek the way worthwhile


It’s tough to turn a proud man’s head
To change their stubborn view
Even Christ rising from the dead
Wisdom convinces few