What’s The Church For? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The church of God is you and I
A home for lost and stray
A place where self can learn to die
And live another day

Yet some leave church with drooping head
To God, they’ve sang their song
A dropp of wine a piece of bread
Wearing their faces long

Back home they sit and wonder why-
They went to church at all?
Their bibles yet again will lie
On shelves out in the hall

For six more days they’ll fool around
No matter where they go
As Christians, they’ll go underground
Until the Sunday show

But life in Christ is not a game
Nor for the proud or chick
We’re called to serve, praise Jesus’ name
All seven days a week

We know a Christian by their fruits
In what they do and say
Not how they wear fine frocks and suits
But how they spend each day

These words may seem like bitter wine
Yet none the less it’s true
When if you’ve heard you still feel fine
Perhaps they’re not for you

But if my friend, you’re not at ease
Please take these words quite free
Consider them whilst on your knees
They may be right you see.