Worship Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Raise grateful hands to God The King
To Christ His awesome Son
Let spirit and truth praises ring
For Heaven’s work well done

Worship, worship The Living Christ
The Lord of hosts divine
The Lamb our Father sacrificed
That Life be yours and mine

That Truth would come and wear a crown
God’s Light would shine within
Till walls of darkness tumble down
Revealing roots of sin

Pray to The Lord to shine! His Light
To open blinded eyes
To show The Way to win life’s fight
And Path to Paradise

Where everything is gratis free
Where God’s our perfect friend
Where that enjoyed by you and me
Will never come to end

Eternity to have and hold
Beyond the stars above
Where streets are made of purest gold
And everywhere is love

Praise He who’s glory’s you and I
Who lives to love and care
Who for our failures chose to die
That we His Kingdom share

Bring glory to The King of kings
The Lamb who bore our pain
That we my rise on eagle wings
Forever with Him to reign