Surgeon Doctor Christ..... Poem by Michael P. Johnson

A spot here, a pimple there
Breaking sweat with a twinge
Doctors are treating for despair
Even a slightest cringe

Seems everyone fears dying
Anxious about the grave
Mostly living God denying
Doubting Jesus can save

Both old and grey, the thriving young
Refuse their knees to bow
Though dialects, most every tongue
Bibles are written now

God's servants venture to extreme
Churches grow empty more
People relax living a dream
At home behind their door

Ignorant! God is everywhere
Mansions, to hovels small
Love's willing the gospel all to share
To answer Heaven's call

How foolish later must one be
When hell's door opens wide
With friends and devils there to see
With them to burn inside

It's Doctor Jesus, people need
Surgeon extraordinaire
From shame, foul doubt, all sin all greed
God's help is everywhere

But will man see? Will you now come?
Will hell or Heaven find?
Screaming you, midst demonic scum
With heart with soul and mind.....