Jesus was a Carpenter
Enthroned without a coup d'état
Never drove a Cadillac
He lived, as it were, in lack!

With so little, He was contented
Though He was frequently tempted
All the worldliness of the world
He always overcame with the Word!

King of kings and Lord of lords
He redeemed us from the laws
By His pure and cleansing blood
He has saved us from the flood!

His steps in life should be our course
Each bearing his and her own cross
Our hands and voices we must raise
To worship Him and give Him praise!


© Raphael Uzor

So blissful is the morning
When in my ears are heard
The songs

Which are sung by angels
Up above as they
Awaken with the dawn

Going on their appointed
Duties to make a day
Become so alive

With the love of the
Eternal One who dwells
Up in the sky

The flowers open wide
This day, with their beauty
Giving Him praise

The birds majestically
Spread their wings in prayer
Dancing as they spiritedly
Fly on their way

And the sun so bright
Mightily awakens and
Truly shines his very best

For he knows the Lord
Is deserving of his praise
And he will never
Deliver anything less

So blissful is this
Wondrous day which
Is so alive with our
God’s great love

That I am just
Like all the others
For He alone each day
I think of.


'Thank You Lord, for the gift blessing  
I could never repay, of another year of life
... on this 22nd day of May.'

It takes little more than a kind word
To carry me through a month
To hold me up against battle
To force me, against trials, to triumph.

It takes little more than genuine praise
To burn a soul to memory
To lose all sense of proper speech
To fly unbound and freely.

And with a word comes a smile
I can't get it off my face
With a word comes gratitude
So potent my hands shake.

With a word comes a flattered feeling
That blossoms just under my ribs
With a word comes a jittery, happy panic
On which I cannot put a lid.

I laugh boisterously
I forget my usual frown
With a word I am lifted
And I will never come back down.

I want the joy that would let me dance in the street,

The heart that would let me do so with no care,

The innocence that allows me undignified naivete,

The soul for worship without a second thought.

I long for the dance,

The beauty of worship before our Creator.