When Will You Return? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Jesus, Jesus is it not time?
For You to claim Your bride
Please take us from this world of crime
Now with You to abide

You made us clean You set us free
Removed our heart of stone
You gave us children eyes to see
How evil we had grown

We all fall short and disobey
We all cause You to grieve
Like foolish sheep we go astray
Till Jesus we believe

Waiting until our lowest hour
Till souls cry out in pain
You then reveal awesome power
Redeeming us again

Reviving those still walking dead
Giving the kiss of life
Taking us from the devil’s bed
To raise as Jesus’ wife

How great You are forgiving so
How selfless is Your love
Once destined for hell’s fire below
You free us for above

Taking hold of our thirsting soul
To drink from Heaven’s stream
Healing our heart making us whole
Beyond our wildest dream

When will You come to take our hand
Fulfil our heart’s desire
taking us to The Promised Land
And clothing us in Fire