Praise Offering Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The living Christ is truly King
His praise is rich and rife
Which tribute could a sinner bring
For grace & endless life



Yet joyfully my heart will cry
My voice I’ll gladly raise
With hands held out to God on high
I’ll fill my days with praise


He lifts me up each time I fall
Embellishing with love
Heaven and earth should hear my call
Echoing thanks above


Majestic in His awesome ways
Gracious when I’m wrong
Upward onward fixing my gaze
I'll sing my grateful song


If failing words I’ll turn to dance
I’ll tender God all due
With heart with soul with sweet romance
I'll Render Heaven true


Upon my soul He’s placed His Seal
Ending my selfish will
Knowing my heart and how I feel
How can my tongue be still


Splendid triumphant lavishly loud
Soft at my Saviours feet
Even to the maddening crowd
Or down a quiet street


I have the right I have the source
The Power deep and free
So now it leaves but one true course
If I be true to me