A Queue's Cure Poem by Michael P. Johnson

A Queue's Cure



FOR SUCH WE'LL STAND IN QUEUE
All day and night we'll stand in queue
From Satan to receive
Sickness, disease, even death too
For those he can deceive

Although we've heard about such things
We know; that sin can kill
We fly to it as if on wings
And so the graveyards fill

No shortages are yet in sight
We know there's something wrong
We need some help to win the fight
Since queues, grows ever long

When steeped in sin, and devil's reign
When death is plain in sight
Man has no pill to ease the pain
No surgeon skill can right

No force on earth can turn the tide
No might foil Satan's plan
Alone God's Lamb, when bid inside
Can bring relief to man

Through Jesus Christ salvation's sent
Relief that sees no end
If in His name we here repent
And on His blood depend

If this you do, you won't regret
For I myself have tried
Far too many who've Jesus met
Have thus so testified

Of course it may sound strange to you
As was at first to me!
But leave the devil's coaxing queue
Come taste God's Love and see…

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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