Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,370 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Just An Open Grave - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Gathering at an open grave
Flowers spread all around
Listening as a Pastor gave
A testament profound

Of the living God, Jesus Christ
Salvation’s ordained Lamb
Who so brutally, was sacrificed
Because of whom I am

Not as I was, long in the past
Ere knowing of the tomb
Where man laid Christ, The First & Last
As though it were a womb

For man to see, man to receive
That Jesus died to give
That whosoever will believe
Eternally will live

On hearing this; time, stood as still
Taking away my breath
Somehow knowing Salvation’s will
True life, is after death

Seeing the truth, life’s facts this way
I knew the bible’s right
That I myself was led astray
Without God’s guiding Light

How many people were like me?
How many souls, walk dead
How many more, God’s Word would free?
When eating truth as bread

Seeing the wine, as Jesus’ blood
His torment, true birth’s pain
For me to walk the way I should
To rise and live again.....

Topic(s) of this poem: christian


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015



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