The Key Is Christ Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Where is the truth, why is it rare?
Where has our wisdom gone?
Why does the world refuse to care?
Why does she hate God’s Son?

Why disobey her Father’s rules?
Breaking each Royal decree?
Bringing to birth a brood of fools
Who have no eyes to see

Failing the key to wisdom’s door
We walk through life as dead
Becoming Satan’s wilful whore
Within the devil’s bed

Erring, straying, our souls possessed
Blundering in a maze
Drinking our fill at Satan’s breast
Fanatic to all his ways

Content, we drink our lover’s brew
Till drunk on wanton lust
Despising Christ, His Morning Dew
We wallow in the dust

Yet God has written us a book
Even for lost and blind
This foolish world should take a look
And see what she can find

We need to spare our God some time
We need to seek The Light
From Satan’s darkness swiftly climb
And take from him due flight

Yet most will choose to stay the same
Rebels without a cause
Squandering lives of wanton shame
Into hell’s gaping jaws