Michael's Inquiry

I decided I would try my hand at poetry. Tell me what you think


Up here in Heaven, I was surprised to hear
that Christ would be coming back up here.
As I saw the Messiah I had to ask
Why he had to complete his gruesome task.
The Lord turned His face and he said to me
“Michael are you sure you want to see?”
This wasn’t something you’d see on a tract
As the Lord turned aside with his mutilated back.
“There is a reason for this great price
All shall be seen, and this picture ain’t nice”
“I had to die for the price of the fall”
The sins of the wicked?
The sins of them all!
Even the righteous?
“The worst of all by far”
They hurt you that bad?
“Much more than nail scars”
And then a long list.
Much longer by far
Than I could recall
but here’s a small piece of what some of them are.
They worship so vainly chanting my name.
At the smallest inconvenience it’s me that they blame.
They don’t hear my word, as much as it’s preached.
They don’t follow my ways, as much as they teach.

They say that they know, that the Christ is I
But observers when looking must wonder, why?

They say I was real, but then make me a cartoon.
They make me so desperate, I look like a loon!

They will sell you the world and write the check in my name.
So that when they can’t cash it, it’s me that you blame!

They moan and grumbled about time that they won’t take off.
How easily they forget how much of my lifetime was cut off!

They sneer and they snicker if they see someone smoke.
How easily they forget when their own lifestyle was a Joke!

Criticisms they have, but repentance, no more!
They never said they were sorry for turning my bride into a whore!!

They rail and prophecy of how the American heathen have filled my wrath cup.
True America is in sin, but there aren’t that many atheist, and the numbers don’t add up!

Who’s buying all the porn, how did this many babies die!
They have reaped families of marriage and dare to ask “me” why?

They can sing about the heart of worship and keep the CD in the car.
Yet they can not see that their hearts really look like tar.

They repackaged my word in a cute paraphrase.
And act as if knowing my will is like searching a maze.

Yet I will redeem them and make them my bride.
Yet many will fall away and others will die.

I will have a small remnant to bring into paradise.
The majority did not receive, and I don’t think that’s nice.

If only they learned to humble their hearts.
Accept my grace alone and let the Spirit impart.

If they had made me the Lord, and made my word their law,
Then they could have held the forgiveness I gave all.