My Savior
Who came to erase my fiery fears
When wasting all my youthful years
In turmoils, tension, troubles and tears.
My Savior.
When soaked in sickness, stress and sorrows
Who chase to yonder the soaring shadows
And strengthen my heart and mean marrows,
My Savior.
Who taught my lips to plainly pray
My daily bread to gain eachday
And my feet to remain on the narrow way,
My Savior.
Oh how could i forget thy name
That brought me favour, flavours and fame
And healed my broken brawns when i was lame,
My Savior.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2007
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