Thank God For Joe Poem by Michael P. Johnson

It’s strange what things we hear today
I heard it on the street
A man was killed, or so they say
They nailed; his hands and feet



The Son of God! They said he was
They nailed him to a tree
They say he died to open doors
To set God’s children free


I told old Joe that lives next door
The tales this man had said
Joe said he’d heard it all before
Yet the dead man wasn’t dead!


Joe said I’d heard Salvation’s call
Whatever that, could mean
He said that down the Gospel Hall
We’d know if Christ had been


Joe said that Christ had chose to die
In such tremendous pain
Yet lives today, in you and I
Making us born again


They crucified God’s Lamb divine
Ho rose up from the dead
Now we can drink His blood like wine
And eat His flesh as bread


I’m off with Joe again tonight
Something I ought to see
He says that Heaven has a Light
The Lord will give to me


I know old Joe; he’s awfully wise
The things! I’ve seen him do
He says that Jesus never lies
So why don’t you come too?