It’s Through The Blood (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Cathedrals, vast assembly halls
We visit pray and sing
We see a host of altar calls
That fail to mean a thing

Some call to be The Saviour’s bride
Some call as man before
Speaking about the One who died
Who’s arms are Heaven’s door

We’re saved by grace in Jesus’ name
Made clean as virgin snow
Yet still some come and leave the same
Because they fail to know!

It can’t be God we’re serving here
If truth’s not been endowed
If still we fail The Lord to fear
And seek to please the crowd

God’s Son we serve both true and well
When blind are made to see
When people lost, are saved from hell
When those yet bound are free

Through Jesus’ blood we’re truly bought
To do God’s will on earth
That flesh and bone may soon be taught
Of Christ and second birth

For some the courtship could be long
For others short and sweet
Yet all may sing the bridal song
Who stay at Jesus’ feet

Our Groom will come as mighty Lord
As King enrobed with Flame
When Spirit and bride in one accord
Call out His lovely name…