What Are You Doing There? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

What are you doing, sitting there?
At ease, feeling no shame
While the risen Christ everywhere
Wants all who'll seek His name

To heal, to save, completely free
To live Salvation's dream
Faithful walking never to see
Where devils and foul souls scream

Ignorant, wilful denying
God's living Christ once dead!
Who calls sinners, 'ere dying
In time to raise their head

But what remains, your intentions?
Wasting time as you are
Through fabricated inventions
Hell's fire is not too far

For you, stands still but one hope now
Sever, demonic ties
To Jesus solely faithful bow
All else are devils lies

To live out life as you ought to
Cast filthiness aside
With heart and soul, drink Heaven's Dew
As Jesus' newborn bride

Bear witness of Christ, God's Lamb, God's Son
His power, His awesome might
All that The Living One has done
To live, with life insight

Thank God, each day for Christ risen
Free from satanic harms
Hell's eternal burning prison
Safe in our Saviour's arms.....