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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hills & Crosses I hung myself on a cross To atone for my works An attempt on my soul To rid him off of his unwholesomeness To cut off the tree of transgressions, I continously ate of its fruit thereof There was a darkness in us And I have had mine with me for the longest It had been my loyal friend; an addiction A plague A bomb under the heat of my numerous sins In the mid of my youth I wanted control, a state of freedom From a friend who had coiled it's parasitical tentacles over my mind Every night, she made love to my body With a burning lamp beside her, She burnt passionately in my lust accepting offering of my soul on her altar It was more metaphysical than it was ordinary What was just an unholy affair, turned out to a series of nightmare She was beautiful, an appealing sight for my lonely and empty mind She transgressed my soul, cut off my tongue, made it unholy before God She locked herself blameless behind the wall of my heart, and my body her tabernacle. No one told me her lies Her truth drowned in my consciousness And tortured my conscience against God Constantly pulling me away from yahweh's mercy into a dark-stained pit of the seven hells. "Oh how I needed saving", I prayed. The preacher man called him Jesus, yes!, the man who barged open the door Who rode down into my pit, into my hell, and said He was Lord and shone with great lights He was clothed with a thousand beads of pure light Each gifting my natural mind with sight, for the first time He pulled me from hell and gave me his seat on his glorious throne He didn't mind my rags and my stench of iniquity He renewed my mind and made me one with the saints No one knew my past, cos he buried it on the hill to the cross He named me blamless and called me favour Ohhhh......my eyes bursted in eternal gratitude giving way to sincere grateful tears He gave me the keys to his kingdom after dethroning HER. And everyday, His mercy renews every morning He didn't have to enslave me, but gave me freedom To choose, to win and to conquer For the first time, I'm not in darkness For the first time, I didn't need to battle with sickness, defeat, failure or sin He had given me dominion over the system of my world And crowned, lifted me to the highest place of authority He left me with a gift in my right hand: His NAME It's more like a password, a key, a code and a currency To live and walk triumphantly on this earth and the world beyond All hail the king, my messiah My friend, my Lord. Lord Jesus, the Christ. Writer: Ibeazor Chimezie Samuel
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