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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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