Oh Dear God! Poem by Michael P. Johnson

When the dead in Jesus Christ arise
When The Groom’s claimed His bride
Upon The Wind beyond the skies
The chosen few will ride

When the sky’s rolled back and times forgot
Where the cursed! Judgement face
Those hungry for debauchery’s pot
The scum of the human race

Those who’ve suckled the breasts of hate!
Though never satisfied
Gorged themselves from depravity’s plate
With self indulgent pride

Causing hell’s fire eruption
While true love’s called in vain
They loaned their bodies corruption
To suffer endless pain

Void of every gratuity
Their thirst never stilled
They stand before eternity
Forever unfulfilled

But how can they see their madness?
Who’ll acknowledge their shame?
Beware of our Father’s sadness
Revealing they’re to blame

How can they learn to understand?
Who can teach them fear?
While yet there’s breath there’s hope at hand
And Jesus’ cloud draws near

There’re millions, countless still out there
Without the slightest clue
Who will the Gospel with them share?
Is Jesus calling You…….? ? ?