Man's Only Need Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Still full of doubt in disarray
The world revolves in shame
Walking her master’s wicked way
Playing his evil game


Her children lost may help refuse
Where hearts fail truth to see
Repudiating Heaven’s news
To set hell captives free


Oblivious to Heaven’s Light
Blind to their Father’s ways
They grow to hate to curse and fight
The Author of their days


Man’s one true need is Jesus
The Lamb who chose to die
Who rose again to lead us
To where no children cry


To where no foot has ever strolled
No bird could ever soar
Through gates of pearl to streets of gold
And through our Father’s Door


To live to reign richer than kings
Healthy wealthy and wise
To rise as if on eagle wings
Beyond our troubled skies


Above the bright blue yonder
Across death’s stagnant stream
Where alone true love can wander
Beyond our wildest dream


No man has heard or ever seen
No human heart conceived
What Heaven’s prepared for Jesus’ queen
Because she has believed