Touch The Heart That Bled Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We owe our Father all and more
We owe His Son our love
Yet many close and lock their door
That leads to life above


Though God will harvest golden wheat
The fruit from living trees
The heart and soul of man’s elite
Yet chaff is all He sees


Choosing to live by Satan’s rules
We play the devil’s game
So thus we die like blind lost fools
Still clad in rags of shame


Although hell’s jaws are open wide
Man’s wanton lust grows more
Our nakedness we flaunt with pride
Living as Satan’s whore


Yet if the world could only see
Remorse could sound alarm
The Truth would set her children free
And find The Way from harm


If from her past she’d seek to part
Seek out the facts above
She’d seek to touch her children’s heart
And serve through deeds of love


Remorse would sound Salvations horn
Life’s wine would flow in streams
Transforming lives in those reborn
Beyond their wildest dreams


To God its clear what tears mean
That truthful hearts have shed
Could be when yours by God are seen
They’ll touch the heart that bled