The Book! Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Each generation sits in wait
Within the last divide
Masses, will share the devil’s fate
But few; as Jesus’ bride


All who have lived, or ever will
Have facts to understand
Must face the Truth on judgement day
A book, within His hand


Entries within have one and all
Each deed of love and shame
Who’ve failed to answer Jesus call
Who’ve lifted high His name


Then righteousness will scan each page
Will gauge with line and rod
Will weigh precise through every age
Thus says the mouth of God


So those like fools, who’s eyes are blind
Who hear, yet disobey
Need now The Truth of God to find
Before the judgement day


Some know; of God, of Christ The King
The reason why He died
Yet choose the devil’s song to sing
Rejecting Christ as guide


When chaff is sifted from the wheat
All goats, divorced from sheep
The bride, will rise from Jesus’ feet
The rest, will claim the deep



All in the book, whose name's are found
Each soul, in Jesus’ hand
Will walk as kings, God’s holy ground
And dwell His Promised Land…