The Devil’s Mould Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England

The Devil’s Mould



In pride and self we walk so tall
We sing indulgence’ song
Man had the truth, but let it fall
And thought it never wrong

With God, man walked a little while
He knew the joys of life
He saw the love, The Father’s smile
But then he forged the knife

In Satan’s mould, man’s dreams were cast
Forming the devil’s blade
When fanned by sin’s accursed blast
God’s Light began to fade

This evil blade so strong and cruel
Gains strength on lustful gain
Each time we let the devil rule
Each time we let him reign

Each cut and thrust we’re led astray
We sever thus life’s cord
In shame we leave The Father’s way
Yet still we call Him “Lord”

We call Him Lord, yet pay no heed!
He calls, but still we fail
We disobey each rule decreed
Till lost, we end in jail

Thus till we see The Lord’s return
Till Satan’s final shame
Each evil knife we need to burn
Within God’s purging Flame

Before The Lord we understand
Before on Him we gaze
We need to live through Christ as planned
We need to change our ways…

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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