Squabble Squabble..Gal.5: 15 (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Surprising though who think they’re right
Who think, they’ve found the way
Who think God’s filled their hearts with light
To show who’ve gone astray

The other, always needs to change
The other church is wrong
But to The Lord here’s nothing strange
Self-righteous bonds are strong

It’s self! We need to check out first
Like farmers, sifting tares
Yet touch not things that seem as cursed
Be rid of pompous airs

Thus every chain that binds will fall
The captive will be free
Salvation’s grace will rise on all
Who humbly bend the knee

When one! The bride will grow up wise
When one, she’ll truly live
She’ll see herself through Jesus’ eyes
Through gifts He longs to give

God’s Holy Wind blows free and true
His church to cleanse and guide
Each wayward fault He’ll bring to view
She tries in vain to hide

She must be rid of darkness seen
To stand in Christ as one!
For Heaven's court will soon convene
Where justice will be done

Whilst here! She has the golden rule
God’s wisdom in her hand
To know The Truth, yet die a fool
The Judge won’t understand…