Many Will Come (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Beware, when casting demons out
When mighty things you do
Let not remain the slightest doubt
It’s through the Lord, not you!

Beware in Christ, the things you say
Remember Jesus’ sword
Consider well on judgement day
You’ll face that self same Lord

Beware who come in church to steal
Who’ll rob God’s child of salt
The Father’s wrath that’s all too real
Will find the thief at fault

God’s Holy Flame will bring to fall
Who’ll cheat and play the head
Who make believe they know it all
But spiritually, they’re dead

They’ll come as wheat; these wicked tares
As though they have no flaw
With fancy words reciting prayers
With clichés by the score

This scourge of all the human race
This venom playing wise
Their masks; will God tear from their face
And shatter each disguise

He’ll bind and throw them in the street
Within their lies and shame
Where birds of prey will pick their meat
Their souls, condemned to flame

Beware; who’ll speak for worldly gain
Beware of Jesus’ sword
Through many stripes, you’ll feel the pain
Thus says the living Lord…