Michael P. Johnson
Thank God, Thank God - Poem by Michael P. Johnson
Sitting in someone's bright red car
Where someone once had died
Thinking of Heaven's Door ajar
Yet not allowed inside
What have I said, or ever done?
Why am I left outside?
I too know Jesus Christ God's Son
Believing, I 'm His bride
I've watched as many went therein
Like snowflakes clad in white
Surely it's not because of sin
Or lamp not shining bright
On earth, I didn't do much wrong
Like others born anew
In church quires, thirty years long
What else had I too do?
Why can't I enter, what does God say?
What had Jesus to tell
I tried my best to walk His way
Why should I burn in hell?
I've read the bible, many times
Preached, quite a few times too
What were my deeds, what are crimes?
Why can't I join Life's few?
No devil, has right to seize me
Satan, my soul can't touch
Since Jesus came to set me free
I've loved Him oh so much!
'Wow, praise God, it isn't late at all
All's well there's no mistake
I only heard my neighbour call
Dreaming, of hell's burning lake'.....
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