Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,373 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Be Not Of The Nine - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Walking along their lonesome road
Ten lepers met The Light
Who saw at once their loathsome load
And healed them of their plight

All ten went gladly on their way
So priests could deem them healed
Yet one alone returned that day
His gratitude to yield

Many still come, their soul to save
Many would life receive
Many would flee from death and grave
How many though believe?

We’ll lift our voice we’ll raise our arms
We’ll pray and give God praise
We’ll bless God’s house with hymns and psalms
Yet who will serve these days?

Who’ll seek God’s face in gratitude?
Who’ll make God’s joy complete?
As helper in the multitude
As servants washing feet?

Who’ll be obedient unto death?
Who’ll walk their Saviour’s Way?
Who’ll give their all and hold their breath?
Until the youngest day

Whilst all have sinned and fallen short
Though lepers all have been
Who today Christ’s face has sought
Amongst His chosen queen

If love has taught to understand
If grace has blessed our soul
Who’ll return with a willing hand?
With grateful heart made whole?

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  • (4/4/2008 5:04:00 AM)

    Great old story retold, many professed to be Christian today but very few are true believers. Well-penned Michael, thanks for sharing. A 10. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

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