Who Will Make It? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Who can declare that death’s no more?
That endless life is mine?
Who has The Key to Heaven’s Door?
And drinks Salvation’s Wine

Alone who dwell beneath God’s wing
Who’s boast is based on high
Who make God’s Son their Lord and king
Who’s word, no one can buy

They who hear Salvation’s voice
Who trust and who obey
Who make God’s Lamb their life long choice
Who stand when all else stray

When health and wealth is less than rare
Through fire and icy gale
Who place their hope in silent prayer
And trust it not to fail

Who humbly serve what ere the cost
Though pestilence and sword
Even when earth and Heaven’s tossed
Their trust is in The Lord

These can declare God’s Son as friend?
As Brother firm and true?
They’ll stand Him firm unto the end?
And be His chosen few

They’re known by name as God’s elite
The bride of Christ His Son
Awaiting now their Groom to greet
When work on earth is done

There’s room my friend for you and I
There’s room for all who dare
Who’s willing now for Christ to die?
In hope of Heavens share