Michael P. Johnson

Bronze Star - 2,325 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Salt Of The Earth - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Too many, in the world yet fail
Believing Satan’s lie
They sit deprived within his jail
Through lack of knowledge, die!

God’s “Truth” the world has need to eat
God calls us for that reason
All saints should serve His finest wheat
With salt; to duly season

The salt in those who dwell the earth
Whom Christ Your Son have found
His gift to man, through second birth
With love to spread around

It’s not for saints to be at rest
While others die out there
But each is called to give their best
From all God gives to share

We know! The Lord has set us free
God’s Salt’s in me and you!
We need but shake ourselves to see
What work there’s still to do

But dormant salt, will lose its taste
For Jesus’ work, no good
He’ll throw it out; like worthless waste
And trample down like mud

To stay at home, we’ve no excuse
The foe; is here to fight
What good is salt when not in use?
But sit there, looking white!

To Christ we live, and so in haste
The “Gospel” should be heard
For as good salt brings out the taste
So saints! Must spread the word……


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008



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