Not All Who Call Me Lord Poem by Michael P. Johnson

They go to church they say their prayers
In life, they’ve not too many cares
They do good deeds they help the poor
So endless life, they think they’re sure

“Not all who call me Lord, speak true
Take heed what now I speak to you
Who lend their ears to all I say
Are only mine, when they obey

Some; have knowledge, and think they’re smart
Their heads are full, but not their heart
They think of self, not of others
Who can call these, Christian brothers?

Best trust in God, in all you do
Embrace the Wind, who’ll come to you
His Flame alone can keep you free
When He’s in you, and you’re in me

A personal God, I am to all
Who hear my voice, and heed my call
Who walk in me in one accord
It’s these; who truly call me Lord

Yet still some come on Sabbath morn
Who only think; they’ve been reborn
Who going forth may cheat and lie
Yet don’t repent, will surely die

There’s no one free, to live in sin
Even who have my Flame within
So don’t be fooled, to live a lie
For then my Dove, from you could fly

Repent; and leave your wayward life
Have faith in me, to end your strife
To all who come, my peace I’ll give
And as your “Lord, ” you’ll surely live”…