With Passage Paid Poem by Michael P. Johnson

You feel it here you see it there
You hear it’s joyful sound
The signs now plain are everywhere
With so much filth around


Satanic hoards will soon appear
Darkness is on the way
Salvation’s calling loud and clear
Be safe in Christ today


Rise up in faith you walking dead
Come join the growing queue
Drink Heaven's Wine eat Heaven's Bread
Receive your birth anew


The Boat of life is close at hand
The Pilot’s Christ The Lord
He’s heading for The Promised Land
With those who'll climb on board


Reservations have long been made
Through love of He who died
So with one's passage sorely paid
Take now your place inside


The tide’s long in, the wind’s just right
Soon light will start to fail
Come join the crew dressed all in white
Let’s hoist for Heaven sail


Make free each rope yet tightly bound
Cast off the man made dock
Lay course towards The Hallowed Ground
Anchored to Heaven's Rock


Leaving behind our wayward past
The world we loved to love
With standard high upon the mast
Let’s sail with Christ above