Who Calls This Progress Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Who is Lord of tranquillity?
Majesty, divine
King of impossibility
Who’s perfect love is mine

Is yours; when faith is in The Christ
Who died for you and me
Has Heaven’s Lamb, God sacrificed
By nailing to a tree

Or perhaps, you can’t envisage
A father acting as this
So his children in his image
Would not suffer, death’s cold kiss

Such is the love, God has for man
God’s grace He will bestow
Central to love’s eternal plan
Forever life to flow

But still so few have paid attention
Or sought to comprehend
It’s unacceptable to mention
Fearing to offend

Political correctness
To speak, so few are bold
Many shy from such directness
Believing what they’re told

So the truth is broadly censored
Life’s facts are lesser seen
Countless die who’ve not repented
As though Christ’s never been

Though never lived, nor ever died
Nor ever rose again
So those who eat what Satan’s lied
Will live this life, in vain.....