Church Meetings (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We meet beneath our Saviour’s feet
What joy each face to see
Such love we feel when those we greet
The blood of Christ set free

We’ve truly heard The Master’s voice
Received His precious Dew
By grace, we’ve made God’s Lamb our choice
Through whom we’re born anew

We rendezvous within His love
We greet with holy kiss
We celebrate with those above
Sweet unity as this

Not few have heard, “They’d never stay
Our house; we’ve based on silt”
But sure as Jesus lives today
We know, on whom we’ve built

On deep foundations strong and true
The Truth we’ve sought and found
We’ll stand as Jesus’ chosen few
Upon this solid ground

We kneel while others walk so tall
While proud the world yet spins
We’ll stand and see when rebels fall
When shaking soon begins

So hand in hand we’ll feel the touch
God’s gentle sweet embrace
As bride, we tell The Groom how much
We yearn to see His face

Married to Christ, is not a game
As bride, we don’t pretend
We change our mind we change our name
We’re true until the end …