He’s Calling Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We realize when things go wrong
We feel inside and see
We know we nowhere else belong
Than kneeling at The Tree

The Tree of Life, Salvation’s Root
The Tree that shook the earth
Yielding for God the sweetest fruit
That grows from selfless birth

For selfless is Jehovah’s Son
Salvation’s guiding Light
Through whom creation was begun
Through whom we’ll win life’s fight

Still stretching forth those arms out wide
Once nailed upon the tree
Calling the world to come inside
Calling to you and me

Calling His sheep from every land
Whispering love and grace
Touching each with nail pierced hand
Regardless of their race

Through faith we hear our God and friend
Through faith we see life’s cure
Through faith we learn to comprehend
His love will all endure

It takes a push it takes a fall
Torment trouble and strife
Before we hear our Saviour call
Before we change in life

For change we must before death’s dawn
Through groans through sweat and tears
Before the angel blows his horn
Before The Lord appears