Church Meetings (3) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Christ makes us strong, to help the weak
The swift, to patient wait
United, thus the truth we seek
Will help through Heaven’s gate

From time to time, we’ll take account
We’ll drink of Jesus’ cup
We’ll climb in faith God’s holy mount
Once strong and lifted up

Yet in the ranks, is heard the cry
Most all we’ve done, has failed
Why must today, God’s children die?
Why still has death prevailed?

Why must we serve at such high cost?
Why must the devil reign?
Why preach restoring all that’s lost?
When sinners, only gain?

Attacked; is much, God’s holy word
His prophets of today
To blinded fools, the truth’s absurd
They doubt what God would say

Yet head and tail, are Jesus’ choice
As through the years we’ve seen
We heed alone The Master’s voice
And no one comes between

It’s not a sin, to question God
Nor Jesus Christ His Son
But sometimes feel The Master’s rod
For how, or why, it’s done

We’re going on to depths unknown
New heights no flesh has seen
In truth we’ll reach The Father’s throne
As Jesus’ faithful queen…