Come To The Water Poem by Michael P. Johnson

What do we seek each Sabbath morn
What’s in God’s house to do
When once in Christ we’ve been reborn
And through His blood made new

We place our faith in Christ’s report
Our hope in Jesus’ name
God’s holy will, must yet be sought
Till safely through The Flame

Yet some will say the church is cold
Her ancient rules severe
Like Esau, souls can soon be sold
Unless they draw Christ near

Although the church can’t make us whole
Can’t free a man of sin
Nor can she save a shameful soul
That cares to venture in

Yet children that are steeped in prayer
In churches large or small
To endless life can now prepare
And answer to The Call

Religion cannot lead to life
Can’t open Heaven’s door
Can’t make God’s Son a perfect wife
From Satan’s wayward whore

We need to seek The Well of grace
Consume God’s righteous Wine
Repent and leave the devil’s place
However chic and fine

For lest we curb our stubborn will
Unless we seek on high
Unless we climb The Father’s hill
Like fools we’ll surely die…