The Worm Must Turn Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Like rags covered in stinking mud
Is our righteousness within
For since our birth beats nothing good
Except a heart of sin

From Adam, yet this stench remains
From which, God turns His face
So each must suffer toil and pains
Without the state of grace

What can we do what can we say?
Why have such things to be?
What can we find to take away?
The evil God can see

“If man to Christ would bend their knee
Surrender and obey
Would choose to keep each royal decree
That God still gives today

The Ancient Days remain the same
Just like the days gone by
If man would trust in Jesus’ name
Their souls would never die

Who now submit to Jesus’ powers
Who’ll drink His blood like wine
Will say God’ s righteousness is ours
Through Jesus love divine

God’s holy will man’s heart should learn
Till eyes no more are blind
Their worm within would surely turn
And seek what else to find

For death to man would lose it’s sting
Life’s pains would disappear
Heaven would hear glad voices sing
God’s praise from hearts full cheer”