Christian Poetry by Greg Millhorn
THE APPLE’S SCENT
Once there was a rich man
The richest in our town
He always despised the poor
Upon them he looked down
One day a little fellow
Stopped him on his way
It was the same crippled boy
He passed by every day
The lad was selling apples
Just to make ends meet
The miser couldn’t spare a dime
On such an extravagant treat
The rich man noticed one day
The lad was no longer there
Someone told him he had died
And was in the Fathers care
That night the rich man died
And straight to hell he went
Somehow through the smoke and ash
He smelled the apple’s scent
THE PENNY
There was a certain man
Going to church one day
Finding a penny on the ground
He thought to give away
This man would always give
To God and everyone
He was a generous man
Giving everything under the sun
At church the plate was passed
The penny was dropped right in
The usher saw the disgraceful act
And thought, what a sin
In anger the usher rebuked him
Telling everyone, give him the axe
The usher felt like such a fool
When he found out all the facts
Yes, a lesson was learned that day
And now I truly see
Never to judge anyone
Because the usher that day was me
THE UNDERTAKER
The old work horse
Pulled the hearse along
Business is very good
Was the undertaker’s song
One man was born
Another man died
The undertaker watched
As the man’s family cried
Death is all around him
And he doesn’t care
But God will judge
Being Righteous and fair
Just worry about business
Was the undertaker’s plan
Having no interest
In the family of Man
Now the hearse has no driver
But the horse knows the way
And business is still good
The undertaker died today
ACCORDING TO THEIR DEEDS
Nothing but death
Was across the land
There were no righteous ones
To make a stand
The wickedness of man
Was out of control
Defiling his body
And destroying his soul
Lovers of darkness
Afraid of God’s light
Trying to hide
From His Holy sight
Given over to lust
And perverted thinking
Worshipping their idols
In fornication and drinking
Without caring or understanding
For the poor and his needs
God shall judge them
According to their deeds
THE GARDEN
Fruits of the Spirit
Are sown in love
It is what god desires
From Heaven above
Faithfulness and goodness
Also self-control
All from the garden
To enrich your very soul
When growing in real grace
And God’s mercy too
The Lord’s strength is yours
There’s nothing you can’t do
For he who plants peace
Will find exceeding joy
Founded on the Rock
That no man may destroy
God’s gentleness and kindness
Is waiting for us all
Jesus leads us to the garden
If we listen to his call
WALK IN HIS LIGHT
Crucify your flesh
And all it brings
Let His Spirit come forth
As a living spring
Don’t be discouraged
Then sin enters in
Just trust the king
You’ll always win
There are many things
We don’t understand
But love thy neighbor
That is His command
Be a righteous man
Never brag or boast
Be filled with Jesus
And the Holy Ghost
Remember my friends
Grace is for you
Only accept His love
You’ll be saved too
WHEN THE DAYS ARE DARK
In these last times
When days are dark
Murder is running free
To trample life’s spark
The innocent are slain
And the guilty go free
Standing up for justice
Is how it should be
When someone is troubled
Give him your hand
Show them the right path
On solid ground you’ll stand
Be bold for the Lord
At the same time be meek
Humility is taken for weakness
Strength can turn the other cheek
Let the greatest among you
Be the servant of all
Straight up to the Father
None need not fall
O’ WICKED BABYLON
O’ wicked Babylon
How long will you stand
Before the Lord chastens you
With His mighty hand
You mock God’s Holiness
And shed innocent blood
As in the days of Noah
Before God sent the flood
Your Government is corrupted
And out of control
Living for greed and lust
Ready to sell its soul
Murder and violence
Is the order of the day
Your people do not care
If it stays or goes away
If you forsake the Lord
You must accept your fate
O’ wicked Babylon
Your hour is getting late