Hold Tight Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“A few will come at feasting time
A few in times of drought
They’ll crave release, from every crime
When faith replaces doubt

Some seek my face in times of war
In sight of death they’ll cry
But when at peace; again they whore
Wondering why they die

Does God not see man’s wicked ways?
Are thoughts not Heaven plain?
Can I the Lord not end your days?
Or bring to birth again?

The plough I gave for you to hold
The fields are hard and dry
My children die out in the cold
Does no one wonder why?

Let life in truth, be now your choice
Let Jesus Christ be Lord
Be wise, heed well Salvation’s voice
Escape the coming sword

Take hold; of Christ make Truth your stand
On Him, you can depend
Remaining in His mighty hand
Your life will see no end

Don’t turn as Lot’s uncertain wife
Who’s faith was found at fault
I’ll cut you down as with a knife
To crush as worthless salt

Be faithful now, or not at all
Choose Christ and live anew
Refuse my child will bring your fall
The option! I give to you”…