Where Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Where is the child of bitter tears?
The aged left alone
Those burdened souls of many years
With hearts like broken stone

Where are the lost who cannot see?
The ragged child still blind?
The prisoner who seeks to flee
From shadows of the mind

The weary soul troubled in thought?
The lowly sheep astray?
The masses doubting love’s report
Who face the judgement day

Where is the fruit from Heaven’s Seed?
The branches for The Vine
The captive soul who would be freed
The harvest that is mine

Where were your thoughts when times you cried?
Where are your deeds of love?
The Seed that should have multiplied
Upon the road above

Where is the faithful bride of Christ?
Her unity and care
Offerings she’d have sacrificed
If love was truly there

The promised cloud will soon appear
The earth will cry in awe
Masses will run will hide in fear
Once Christ has shut the door

Receive The Facts heed Heaven’s Word
Receive as purest gold
Practice now The Truth you’ve heard
All Christ my Son has told