As Offerings Supreme Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Who’ll worship God should tend the poor
Help others near and far
Lend hand a burden to endure
Regardless who they are

Who’ll worship God should practice love
A soul found hungry feed
With gifts bestowed through Christ above
Help meet another’s need

True worship’s not through words alone
Nor deed to self commend
But touch a stranger’s heart of stone
And love them as a friend

Reach out toward the multitude
Tender each soul you greet
Commit as if in servitude
Serving The Lord’s elite

Reach out within the here and now
With all you can afford
Make known how truly one should bow
And worship Christ as Lord

Our selves we need to give to Christ
Our heart our soul our dream
Lay down completely sacrificed
As offering supreme

Only so is a life fulfilled
Spending it for others
Sharing till death all life has willed
As Jesus Christ His brothers

Will thus The Father not receive?
Will not God’s Son Rejoice?
Will not creation then believe?
We’ve heard The Master’s voice