I’ll Build My Church Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I’ll build my church from those I call
A house of living stone
Not one I choose will ever fall
Nor serve their Lord alone

All power is mine to freely give
That none should ever boast
The daily strength each needs to live
Comes through The Holy Ghost

The faithful few are in my sight
Each name is in my hand
Obey my child, do all that’s right
So in my Son you’ll stand

Die now to self and live to me
Leave sin and shame behind
I’ve so much more for you to see
To which your eyes are blind

I’ll teach you all you need to know
I’ll take your foolish doubt
In me; you’ll beat the strongest foe
And cast those demons out

Both near and far you’ll stand to fight
But you, no one can kill
For you the bride are sealed in Light
Reserved for Zion hill

Receive with love my precious Dew
Receive my second birth
Through faith you’ll rise my chosen few
From all I’ve called on earth

Remain my child and never die
Your tent may fall some day
But living stones that stand on high
Will never; see decay.