Not In Vain Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Most lilies are white, roses red
Man's shameful heart turns black
With souls distressed, most end up dead
Through sustenance fuel they lack

Man’s different from all on earth
Nothing’s the same, or nigh
Not anything, requiring birth
In sin and shame to die

The serpent brought forth the reason
Though in God’s image, we’re made
Till sinful we caused grand treason
Man's seed, began to fade

From near a thousand, years then
Ill winds began to blow
Still all was good, man thought, till when
Life’s ebb began to show

Nine hundred, eight, seven, six, five
Man’s evil multiplied
When all creation ceased to thrive
With condemned souls, they died

Four thousand years, nothing much changed
Through sin, man met the grave
Until love’s grace, God arranged
Man’s putrid souls to save

God suffered Himself to please us
For you my friend and I
God chose His Son, Christ Jesus
Condemned as Lamb, to die

Not lightly done, neither in vain
The First & Last could see
Still Jesus bore such outrageous pain
For such as you and me.....