You Say You Love Me (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Often you say you love me
And be forever true
At times you even bend your knee
To seek my Father’s view

You live your life walking your path
Doing just as you please
But when you think of Heaven’s wrath
You bend your shameful knees

You say “But my God I love You
For me You’re always there
Forgive the evil things I do
And show You truly care”

You’ll come to worship Sunday morn
With bible in your hand
Baptised; you think you’ve been reborn
But fail to understand

I want your heart I want your soul
Your talents gifts and time
I want my child to make you whole
Regardless of your crime

You say you love The Lamb I sent
My Son who chose to die
Yet still from sin you won’t repent
Or seek true grace on high

You want my love, you want to live
You want of Heaven’s Dew
But fail to use the gifts I give
To bless my faithful few

You praise me in the songs you sing
You pray a while each day
But truly if I’m Lord and King
Why don’t you then obey?