What Will Be Your Wage? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The Way to life is open wide
As yet God’s grace is free
Calling His sheep to come inside
Who’ll humbly bend their knee

Yet who reject The Lamb on high
The Key to Heaven’s Door
Recall the ark in days gone by
Or Sodom town before

The word of God’s no fairy tale
The bible tells no lie
Rebels will end in Satan’s jail
When steeped in sin they die

Eternity will hear their screams
Mercy; they’ll cry in vain
Far beyond their wildest dreams
Suffering endless pain

Such torment is a sinner’s wage
Who’ve lived without God’s Son
Who’s name is not on Jesus’ page
When work is finally done

Then God will call His servants home
Upon their Groom’s return
While angles use a fine toothed comb
For parasites to burn

So woe to those who play the fool
Who heed not God’s decrees
Who live and die the devil’s tool
Who’ve sought but self to please

Repent and show your neighbour love
Obey The Lord’s command
Seek guidance through The Light above
Receive the wage God planned.