Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,373 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Where Churches Sink In Tradition - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

What's happening to hearts today?
What foe seeks eyes to blind?
What loathsome foe leads souls astray?
Occupying the mind

Devils, wide infiltrate churches
Unnoticed, plain in sight
Like vultures, sly on their perches
Concealed within the light

Crafty, slowly towards their goal
Sweet, as if with pleasure
Manipulating each child like soul
Infesting Heaven's treasure

Devoid of Heaven's Gift within
Jesus, as prime desire
Full repentance from hell bound sin
Baptism with Fire

Not always is Life's Truth sure
Life's facts near to see
The Living God's worth searching for
Who'll set the captive free

Seek wide, true life's church around you
Where Christ, reigns Lord and King
With facts to drink like Morning Dew
Where praise to Christ they sing

Where heart, and souls, are set aglow
Where truth, raises the dead
Where true life's seekers learn to grow
Heaven's Fire to spread

Pray life and light Heaven supplies
To lend a willing hand
Where wisdom opens childlike eyes
En route God's Promised Land.....

Topic(s) of this poem: christian

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

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