Religion Won’t Make It Poem by Michael P. Johnson

From life’s Way they wane fall and fail
Treading their wide trod path
Stumbling, fumbling to Satan’s jail
And ever painful wrath

Many still chase traditions ways
Believe demonic lies
Joining salvation’s blind lost strays
Bound by religious ties

Such is not faith, but hand-me-downs
Demonic rags received
With staffs, bells gold rings and gowns
Where countless are deceived

Pictures, carvings, iconic scrap
Of metal, stone and wood
Religion squirming in Satan’s trap
Where no bride ever should

Gladly The Lord suffers no fools
Behaviour so absurd
Disobeying God’s vital rules
Rejecting His written word

Naked like urchins, lost without care
Praying to saints asleep
Though Christ’s alive and everywhere
His Promises to keep

What can God do with arrogance?
Thinking they know it all
Singing hell’s songs, with devils dance
To consequently fall

Obedience; is life’s living key
Love is the oil of grace
Jesus alone will set one free
To see The Father’s face.....