Christ The Way Poem by Marcus Mosiah Garvey

Oh, with the Spirit as of old,
I chant a prayer to my God;
The Being, precious, more than gold
That Croesus has ever had.


I lift my soul to Him above,
And sing the angel's happy praise;
The song of life in joy of love
That men from earth to Heaven raise.


There's joy in Paradise for me,
Although a weary child of sin;
The penitent on Calv'ry's tree
May find the way to enter in.


My hopes are good, in Christ, the Lord;
On Him I rest my cares of heart;
He will so bridge the Heavenly Ford
To show the way ere I depart.