Who’ll Bother? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Though more and more I kneel and cry
Far more earnest tears
Still less and less approach on high
Though the day of Jesus nears

The second coming of The Christ
Anointed King and Priest
The Bridegroom Heaven sacrificed
Is calling to His feast

His bride awaits His dawning
His cloud up in the sky
Though the world has heard the warning
Still most refuse and die

But righteousness is not in vain
Nor love with hope inside
For such God’s Son is coming again
To claim His chosen bride

Who will bother and who will see?
Who on earth will hear
As the leaves grow greener on the tree
And ripening figs appear

Now soon the bride will rise on high
With whom she will prepare
For war will start where countless die
The devil’s fate to share

Make no mistake the Bible’s true
God’s prophecies will be
Is death and hell awaiting you?
Or are you free like me

The offer’s here The Bridegroom cries
His proposal still stands
Heed well the call today be wise
Rise in our Saviour’s hands