The Old & The New Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England

The Old & The New



Some come to church and want to cry
They moan they groan and say
Its not the same as days gone by
When Jesus came my way

The ministry is not the same
The service that we bring
The way we worship Jesus’ name
The modern songs we sing

The waving hands the stamping feet
Receiving bread and wine
Hugging each other when we meet
When shaking hands was fine

What’s happened to the atmosphere?
The formal way of prayer
The way we showed our Godly fear
Through what we had to share

There’s so much laughter going on
Dancing within the aisles
Even when praising God’s own Son
The church is full of smiles

Who’s walk has brought them through Life’s Door
Who’ve whiled beneath The Tree
God’s Bread just as His Dew before
Comes to His children free

The gifts we have our talents too
The seed God’s had to sow
Are for uplifting of the few
For Jesus bride to grow

So now we know one fact is true
However much you grieve
The old’s no better than the new
Be grateful and receive

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Xy-za Dile 22 February 2009

right... this is a nice poem.. i feel guilty at the same time.

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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