Who Knows The Day Poem by Michael P. Johnson

When truth takes hold, behold the light
When life’s true bride’s reborn
There’ll be no tears, no more night
Beyond the last day’s dawn

When Heaven’s door will open wide
Above this world of fear
God will be calling “Come inside”
As Jesus’ cloud draws near

Will you my friend, be with me there?
With those known to The Christ
Where faith receives grace to share
Through Jesus sacrificed

As Son, that death, would surely die
As Lamb, life’s curse, to cease
Life’s blood, children, to rise on high
Endless, to live in peace

Seek Jesus, while time is at hand
While grace is abound
Learn life, truly to understand
The Way to holy ground

Take in your hand, and read The Book
God penned for you and me
Within your soul then take a look
Of all you there can see

Seek here, there, every place
Each day and every night
Darkness will never see God’s face
Just hearts washed brilliant white

Be wise, make right, to come my friend
Be rid of all life’s sins
Who knows when the last day will end?
And endless day begins.....