The Body Of Christ Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England

The Body Of Christ



Christ’s body is His church on earth
Nurtured till free of flaw
Obedient through a second birth
To stand as ne'er before


The eyes, of God have all in sight
That none should ever stray
He shares Salvation’s perfect Light
Revealing Heaven’s Way


The feet yet wandering dusty trails
Fords rivers swift and deep
Still clambers hills, treads rocky dales
To find His Father’s sheep


Within His heart, dwells God’s elite
For which He paid the cost
Shedding a tear with every beat
For every child still lost


His back looks like a furrowed field
So ravaged ripped and torn
All for man that he be healed
And through His blood reborn


His bloody hands He held out wide
Whilst dying on the tree
Beckoning still to come inside
“My love has set you free”


The head that found on earth no rest
That once was crowned with thorn
The flesh that died to pass each test
For this The Christ was born


But now God’s Lamb has come to reign
Through faith we see it’s true
Who trust in Him though yet in pain
Will rise to life anew

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Johnson 12 March 2008

A excellent inspirational write, Michael.Thank you for letting me read.

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