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How Failing Churches Fall.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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“Falling away”, is here now

As prophecy foretold

Where voices sing, but doubt won’t bow

Churches empty, are sold


While to their selves, Christians preach

Churches will fail their goals

Where no one goes outside to reach

The still lost dying souls


When Heaven’s truth’s not being told

Where “happy-clappy” reigns

Where preachers, teach for worldly gold

From churches, true-life drains


Let Jesus in! Life’s truth, share out

Let grace, flowing between

Reveal the facts, remove all doubt

Where Christ-like acts are seen


It’s there! God’s Holy Wind will blow

Through services outside

Where heavy hearts, begin to glow

Blind eyes, will open wide


Seeing! They’ll rise, from off the street

Dead souls will come alive

Sitting learning at Jesus’ feet

Again, Christ church will thrive


Salvation’s not rocket science

Nor college grand degree

But through religious reliance

In He who’ll sinners free


So let’s be wise, use common sense

Seek Heaven’s sheep astray

Stop preaching churches on the fence

Be Christians from today…..

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Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, August 20, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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