There’s Work For You Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“Come dry your eyes and look at me
I wish to speak with you
Some things I have for you to see
And work! For you to do

I heard your cry I’ve seen your need
Your heart is true I know
So hear my child what I’ve decreed
Then in my name you’ll go

Throughout the world, my children die
Just as the devil’s planned
Though no one needs to live a lie
For all is in my hand

I see their sorrows, and their pain
Their sin their foolish doubt
But through my Son no life’s in vain
If they’d but turn about

For I won’t move, till their return
Until I hear them pray
I’m sending you that they may learn
And walk my righteous way

Now go, my child through every land
Go speak the words I’ve said
If they don’t learn to understand
They’ll fail to count their dead

Their stench is more than I can bare
Their shame is plain in view
The filth they do they just don’t care
All this I’m telling you

Go forth my child go forth in haste
I want my wrath to cease
Go tell them there’s no time to waste
I long to give them peace”