Ujamaa Christian Poetry

MY KING


The rising moon, in sky above
engulfed in shroud of night
Hangs high above the darkened earth
and bathes it with its light


Shadows soft, in moon lit glow
the stars come out to play
A heavenly path across the sky
winds the milky way


Oh Lord Creator, King of Love
Thy handiwork I see
But Thy best work oh Prince of Peace
is what You did in me


Great God above, Forever True
You came to earth to die
That we could each, upon You call
and meet You in the sky


Thy Holy Blood, the Cleansing Flow
that Washes Free from sin
Oh Holy Lamb, My Risen King
Thy Presence is within


Inside my heart You now Reside
upon Thy Holy Throne
I am Your child You are my King
Praise be, I am Thine Own.

Written by S.R. Elwood

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry