Are You Real? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The bride of He who chose to die
Who lives and gives her breath
Wanting that she should multiply
Beyond the vale of death

Instead! She swallows camels whole
Discards wee gnats galore
Believing thus to save man’s soul
This side of Heaven door

Behind a mask with painted smile
Knowing the devil’s wares
Prideful she walks the extra mile
Adorned with graceful airs

Squabbling, faulting, tearing apart
Migrants without a guide
Without God’s Spirit in the heart
Hoping The Wind to ride

We need to feel to see to hear
Witness where right and wrong
Truly our Groom to love and fear
And sing His righteous song

Yet factions are rising everywhere
Religion runs amok
Each swearing the wares they share
Are based on solid rock

But those who hear Salvation’s voice
Who feel God’s grace and love
Who make The living Christ their choice
Will see The Way above

The mask of fools I’ve cast aside
The devil’s not for me
Beneath Christ’s wings I’ve chose to hide
For life and victory………..