Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 5,988 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

The Church Of Man (2) - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The church of Christ is often small
No roof to call her own
But there Her Shepherd’s heard the call
And lives to Christ alone

No unsaved elders tie them down
Christ’s Spirit leads the way
So all God’s sheep receive a crown
From whom they’ll never stray

While unwatched fields succumbs to weed
Submit to pest and blight
God’s pasture bears His Holy Seed
That grows toward The Light

Though many serve of great repute
With talents grand and fair
Yet all good works are but the fruit
Given of God to share

Man cannot save from wrath or flame
We cannot buy God’s love
We cannot take away the shame
Or purchase life above

Yet works can guide a child that’s lost
Assist a weary soul
Can shelter whom life’s storms have tossed
And steer toward our goal

If all could see Salvation’s plan
God’s will would soon be done
For man would leave the church of man
And serve God’s risen Son

For this The bride must stand erect
Must serve The Groom alone
Till all her children God’s elect
Stand firm as living stone.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 9, 2008

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