Don’t Come To Me! Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“You say you serve a risen Lord
You say he’s living bread
You say his word is like a sword
But I believe he’s dead

This life on earth is far too rough
So many choose to die
So don’t come here with God and stuff
Or Heaven in the sky

I live the life I like the most
I’ll die with what I’ve got
I don’t believe a Holy Ghost
Nor all that other rot

I like my life, but must admit
I’m fearful to die
In fact it scares me quite a bit
With that I speak no lie

I’ve heard the words you’ve had to say
How great; if God were true
If Christ would live and come my way
Perhaps I’d be like you

If all you say of God is real
If Christ’s alive and well
Explain to Him the way I feel
And save me now from hell

Please show me how to bend my knee
Ask Jesus in my heart
His Spirit comes to set me free
And give a brand new start

That God would change my wayward mind
Stretch forth His mighty hand
Would raise this fool yet dead and blind
And help me understand.