Where Children Never Die Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Some live out life like wandering whores
With darkness as our guide
We close our hearts as prison doors
With we ourselves inside!

Like fools who’ve lost their God made mind
With hearts as hard as stone
We’ll gorge upon the filth we find
Living inside alone

Blind to the forces in the air
Playing their evil roll
We seek the shadows love to share
Plaguing our very soul

Oblivious of being led
To hell’s polluted brink
Debauchery becomes our bread
And lust our daily drink

While most remain this living true
Loving the depths of sin
There comes a point where just a few
Seek answers from within

There must be more to life than this
Though maybe hard to find
They’ll lay aside their worldly bliss
To heal their troubled mind

For comfort of their aching soul
Though first we think it odd
Upon our knees to make us whole
We seek the face of God

“Lord are you there” with voices low
We raise our thoughts on high
Please show me now the way to go
Where children never die