On Dusty Shelves Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Our bibles lay on dusty shelves
Our prayer life’s lost its flare
But yet we look inside ourselves
With self appraising stare

Deceived! We sing the sweetest song
Dancing the same old lie
We say we’re right all others wrong
And cease to wonder why

We say God’s love with nod and smile
In praise we sing and shout
But when God calls we run a mile
Without the slightest doubt

We’ll seek the greatest gifts alright
In church the highest chair
Life’s crown of gold our robe of white
And all of Heaven’s fair

But on the street when called to sing
When someone’s soul’s to free
Religion’s then a personal thing
That no one else should see

We close content our closet door
We sit till old and grey
But is this; what Jesus died for
And why He saves today

We need to change we must repent
Give body heart and soul
Serving The Lord is just life’s rent
Until we reach our goal

We need to lend a helping hand
We need to serve the few
Until we’ve reached The Promised Land
There’s still on earth to do