I'Ll Build My Church Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I’ll build my church from whom I call
A house of living stone
No chosen one will fail or fall
Nor walk through life alone

Power’s all mine to freely give
That none should ever boast
All my servants may need 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
Eternally to stand

Come die to self live unto me
Leave shameful sin behind
I’ve greater things for you to see
To which as yet you're blind

I’ll teach you all you’ll need to know
I’ll take each fear and doubt
Be strong my child beat every foe
And cast all darkness out

Prepare to serve prepare to fight
Equipped to do my will
As precious stones be sealed in Light
Reserved for Zion hill

Accept with love my precious Dew
Receive my brand new birth
Through faith join now my chosen few
From all who live on earth

Stand firm stand true and never die
Though tents may fall some day
As living stones built firm on high
You’ll never see decay