The Lord Our God Is One Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Of God its strange what people tell?
What countries yet believe?
What rituals they seek to sell
What rubbish minds conceive

God seems to change in each our sight
We’re led to understand
He’s black, yellow, red, brown and white
Depending on our land

Traditions often cloud the mind
And superstitions kill
Religions keep the lost so blind
They fail to see God’s will

Not few believe God’s old and grey
Some giant in the sky
A being to whom we oft should pray
Until one day we die

There’re rituals with many rules
Superstition’s galore
How can we still behave like fools?
How can we close life’s Door?

The world must see and know The Light
Must hear The Truth first hand
Must learn to love instead of fight
And join Salvation’s band

She needs to see The Lamb who died
Is now alive and well
She needs to see His love can guide
Away from death and hell

United through God’s Lamb on high
Through peace becoming one
Upon The Wind one day we’ll fly
Beyond the setting sun