A Place Prepared (3) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

A Place Prepared (3)



A PLACE PREPARED (3)
Throughout the world we wander still
To temple, hall and shrine
Religion thrives, but fails to fill
Like Heaven's righteous wine

The Lord gives Bread and wholesome meat
For children, milk so pure
Who eat the food at Jesus' feet?
Will stand forever sure

A so called church, is none at all
When Christ is not the head
Like flimsy tents, they'll tear and fall
In stagnant pomp lie dead

A shelter, has a church to be
A shield, against the foe
Life's guiding lamp through which to see
Where righteous stones should go

It's not a lounge, to sprawl and sit
When truth we understand
We're here to serve, to do our bit
As Jesus' strong right hand

A stone is weak; when on its own
But tough within a wall
Yet still we chose to walk alone
Like blinded fools we fall

There's more to do than songs to sing
Like those before the veil Lev.16: 2
Our deeds in Christ must take to wing Jn.13: 15
Help others not to fall

God's work on earth will soon be done
So man of flesh and bone
Should seek the face of Christ His Son
Or perish worthless stone.....

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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