Aeroplanes & Spaceships Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Aeroplanes reach up to the sky
Spaceships reach further still
Fewer lost souls venture on high
In search of Heaven's will

In search of our Maker's pleasure
His guidance every day
How one can become a treasure
Along Salvation Way

Service, is the duty of kings
Affording truth and love
Where true life's prosperity springs
Supplied through Christ above

God! Creator of everything
With children on His mind
Spirit of Jesus on the wing
Assisting lost mankind

Still most of the world blunders on
Full selfishness and woe
Blind to The Spirit, Father and Son
Hell bound stumbling they go

With the universe in Gods' hand
With everything, therein
When will the lost blind understand
Without Him, none can win

Eighty years, some possibly more
Not knowing Life's on high
When Death! comes knocking at your door
'Too late' may be your cry

Look up! look up! not in a plane
Seek out Heaven's desire
Pray sinners to be born-again
Flee hell's eternal fire.....