Church Meetings (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The Spiritual blind come and go
Like leaves upon a tree
But Jesus’ flock learn quick and know
There’s much of God to see

The world should see; our spotless gowns
Our robes, of shining white
Sparkling jewels, life’s golden crowns
Through Jesus’ Liquid Light

With joyful hearts, we wave and shout
To whom we now belong
We take a hand we hold one out
In love, we sing our song

Alive; in Christ, so must we be
A flame, in love as one
Not just inside, but plain to see
Far brighter than the sun

Much time has passed since first we came
Since Jesus’ voice we’ve heard
Once battered, torn, in total shame
We’ve beauty; through His word

We may be young, or growing old
Yet ageless deep inside
By God’s true grace, we’ll stand yet bold
A true and loyal bride

We need to look whilst on our knees
What wealth from God we’ve bought? –Rev.3: 18
Can more be done His Son to please?
Can deeper truth be sought?

Though Satan comes to push and shove
Yet God takes great delight
In those, who through His Holy Dove
Put foolish doubts to flight…