Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,374 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Fingers Of Guilt - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Eternity waits out yonder
Beyond this time and space
Yet many a fool will squander
The choice of saving grace

Instead we wander far and wide
We search for selfish gain
Though seldom take a look inside
What causes all our pain?

We all have heard the quiet voice
The knocking at our door
But brush aside the greatest choice
That leads to evermore

Instead we point our fingers still
We utter Jesus’ name
As though it were The Father’s will
Revealing other’s shame

This one’s evil that one is bad
That neighbour has a curse
How wretched though and truly sad
That we perhaps are worse

Should not our neighbours see our Light?
Should not our lives have salt?
Not strutting here in robes of white
Revealing every fault

We need to love; to serve The Lord
His love we need to share
Put now aside our pointing sword
And show the world we care

Let wisdom take us by the hand
Let knowledge change our mind
That through The Truth we’ll understand
What’s kept us bound and blind?

Comments about Fingers Of Guilt by Michael P. Johnson

  • (4/14/2008 12:37:00 PM)

    Good technique thanks (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

[Report Error]