Which Door Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Once life was an ambiguity
A mystery in wait
Heaven's Way unable to see
Till churches opened Life's Gate

To Life, to all eternity
The Father, Christ, His Son
Jesus' death on Golgotha's tree
Life's gigantic victory won

The power of Jesus rising
The devil's plain defeat
To the ancient world surprising
Now free The Lord to meet

With a priest no more essential
God's curtain opened wide
With ones heart and souls credential
Grace welcomes all inside

Rich and poor saints and sinners
Each man, woman and child
One and all, potential winners
Faithfully reconciled

But few can see, few will hear
Though most are now allowed
They'll seek drugs, rum, gin, wine beer
Amidst the maddening crowd

Devils are having their field day
Six thousand years and more
Distorting, hiding, Heaven's Way
Disguising, hell's waiting door

Still Christ church is liberty's centre
Most truths are free to tell
Which access, will soon you enter
Heaven, or scorching hell? ? ? .....