Except Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Could be that God’s a pack of lies
Like Heaven is and hell
Illusions like the prince of flies
A legend parents tell

It could be true that God’s a tale
Except I’ve heard Him talk!
Except I feel Him when I fail
When in this world I walk

Perhaps I’d thought it when alone
Or dreamed it by mistake
Except this child of flesh and bone
Was every time awake

Except I’m not the only one
Who’s heard God’s voice on high
Who’s felt the presence of the Son
Who chose for us to die

The same who’s will is now to give
The keys to Heaven’s door
The same through whom we now can live
Both now and ever more

Once, perhaps I may have erred
And twice, I may agree
But if when more! God’s voice I’ve heard
The blindest eyes should see

The Lord our God’s alive and well
And so is Christ His Seed
As Jesus bride the truth I’ll tell
On which a child may feed

May feed upon The Living Bread
May drink The Morning Dew
Until when self is finally dead
And life begins anew