Beware Of Wolves Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Beware of those who wear disguise
The mask of pure deceit
The devil seeks to spread his lies
Amongst the Lord’s elite



No child of God can act the fool
Treat church as though a game
No priest receives the highest stool
To play with Jesus’ name


Some try God’s holy priest to feign
They’ve learned salvation’s law
But only preach for worldly gain
A job and nothing more


Of God from books they’ve sought to learn
World knowledge they’ll consume
With this in vain they seek to turn
Man’s desert into bloom


They say they’ve come to spread the light
To dig and plough the soil
Up high they’ll stand in robes of white
Without a dropp of oil


Although they’ve failed the Master’s call
They’ll think that all is well
But deeper still from grace they’ll fall
Before the gates of hell


They’ll preach God’s word the crowd to please
In hope their house to fill
But only priests who bend their knees
May find the Father’s will


Anointed has a priest to be
With oil from Jesus’ hand
For only then God’s sheep will see
And come to understand.