There’s Work To Do Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The sheep of Christ, the Son of God
Rejoice when truth, is told
They heed God’s chide, they bear His rod
Just like the saints of old

Yet many churches don’t today
Religion’s seeped inside
Though soon The Lord who’s on His way
Will come to claim His bride

Religion, when it’s in the mind
Confuses man so much
To things of God, it makes oft blind
Until they’re out of touch

They disregard, what prophets say
What truth God has them tell
Who came in love to show The Way
And save a child from hell

They’d rather sit in sin and shame
Complacently content
Praising God in Jesus’ name
Whilst paying Satan rent!

Traditions have us often found
Too set! In many ways
Reduced to songs as if fast bound
Like women wearing stays

It’s not what God has called to do
We’re not ordained to sit
Neither is work for just a few
We’ve all to do our bit

Arise and shine ‘The Light’ has come
God’s glory’s all around
What good’s a bride just sitting dumb?
When Christ she’s truly found…