The Saints Of God Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The saints of old from labours rest
Secure, in Christ The King
Believed by faith they’d rise so blessed
Life’s endless song to sing

Their race of truth, in Jesus won
Through grace, no more to die
Supreme to reign with Christ God’s Son
And ride the Wind on high

Today! The church must understand
To walk through Heaven’s door
Needs first to serve; in Jesus’ hand
Like those who’ve gone before

To keep ourselves from darkest hell
We must be born again
The Holy Ghost who’s come to dwell
Inside must surely reign

Not one of us can stand-alone
Who tries, will always fail
All generations judge their own
Where many land in jail

But in God’s house, will judgement start
Through gifts the saints receive
Through Heaven’s Flame within the heart
He’ll purge till souls believe

God’s saints are saints who heed His call
No matter who we were!
When change has taught us not to fall
And nothing can deter

With those of old who’ve served the Lord
The new; that seek His face
Both side by side, in one accord
We’ll reach Love’s Promised Place…