True Stability Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We all accept to frequent schools
Expect to learn some trade
But seeking God, obeying rules
Seldom are efforts made.

Though eagles who soar upon the breeze
Deaf to Salvation’s call
We feel so free, ourselves to please
Like calves fresh from the stall

Such folly, far from being wise
Can swiftly come to cease
For calves attract so many flies
That robs them of their peace

For Satan who can see our flight
May send his demon host
May steal from souls the will to fight
Without The Holy Ghost

We need an anchor strong and true
A Rock to which we hold
With life’s vision in constant view
To live as Jesus told

Building on that which cannot move
Upon The Truth we’ll stand
Knowing His word our God will prove
Through Jesus’ mighty hand

What can the world, when God we trust?
What force has fellow man?
Heaven and hell would turn to dust
If God could fail His plan

The plan for those in Jesus’ hand
For those in Satan’s claws
The former will see The Promised Land
The latter behind hell’s doors