All along the pathway,
covered in snow and ice;
I walked alone, but I
found God was with me!

...

Took I the heavy sack of my sin
And dragged it into the sea
Of salvation--watched it drowning
To the bed of grace and mercy.

Meet me on my knees
In my very point of needs

Cause me to tremble
In Your presence, your holy temple

Bestow on me Your blessings
Adorned with divine lessons

Dip me in the Blood
The precious, that calms every flood

Lift me and raise me up
All the way to the top

Remove my wicked heart
Replace with one colorful as art

Tis my humble prayer Lord
Take it and give me Your Word!


© Raphael Uzor

As water is to cleansing rain
and heat as to burning flame,
so are you to me; the same.
My fiery rain.

Fill the gutter of my mind.
Fire the coal your heart has mined.
Burn me to the end of time.
Your fire does reign.

r ~ 4/1/14

There are so many souls
Running a muck
Out on a limb
Down on their luck
Playing with time as they try and piece it all together

Shows what can go wrong
When you try and go it alone
With only earthly ideas
Of whats going on
How can we predict our lives when we can't even predict the weather

Too many lives are like sailing ships passing by on a moonless night
Birds in search of food on a wingless flight
Trying time and time again to get it right

Out there like tall buildings in a city standing side by side
No way to run with nowhere to hide
Just empty shells with nobody inside

They tend to bend to the whim
Of society's call
Blind to the truth
Bugs in a jar
Surroundings are clear with no idea of how to get there

Without God on their side
To draw from in life
They keep running in place
They keep biding their time
No ones keeping score but the feeling is sure, they could do better

Too many lives are like sailing ships passing by on a moonless night
Birds in search of food on a wingless flight
Trying time and time again to get it right

Out there like tall buildings in the city standing side by side
No way to run with nowhere to hide
Just empty shells with nobody inside

Blessed are the eyes of the poets
who see a deeper truth.