Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 6,009 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

The Wind Of Change - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We find the lost in great distress
They hear of Christ and doubt
“ If God were real He’d see this mess
He’d turn this world about”

But God wants man to make the start
And so He gives His Seal
Now all who have Him in their heart
Put shoulders to the wheel

Complacence is a foolish child
Where Satan rules the mind
Disobedient, running wild
While things of God quite blind

Deceit’s the master of his life
For truth he has no time
But God will sever with His knife
Each fool who’s life is crime

For every day yet children die
Of Christ but few have heard
They’ve had no chance as you and I
Without God’s saving word

We must arise roll high our sleeves
No time to wonder why
We must prepare God’s golden sheaves
For night draws ever nigh

God’s Wind upon His threshing floor
Blows gentle through His wheat
In Christ no chaff comes in the store
Reserved for God’s elite

God’s Wind of change is in the air
It’s time to take the land
Arise in Christ take plough and share
Show God a willing hand.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2008

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