Two Pounds Sterling Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With two pounds sterling in his grip
Within his vice like hands
Starting upon his virgin trip
To near and far off lands

Would Jesus truly help him now?
Sanction the way before
Yet ere his head and knees could bow
The wind shut tight the door

He stood amazed with eyes as blind
Collecting random thoughts
But then a verse came swift to mind
Amidst The Lord reports

Again he stood as though quite dead
His face seemed drained of blood
Just two small copper coins, he’d read
But yet he understood

Offering first the coins on High
Consulting God the way
He heard The Lord would multiply
Within a single day

He said to knock a certain door
God’s word was prompt obeyed
He gave his coins the man he saw
And heard this accolade

“Come in my house and take a pew
This church has long been blessed
The pastor of these chosen few
Has gone to endless rest

With love you followed each command
By faith God’s word you keep”
Then Jesus said with beckoning hand
“So come, and feed my sheep”