MY SAVIOUR

 

 
  I wandered far away,
  Nonetheless a reprobate,
  The Trinity all at bay,
  Typified an hypocrite,
  I had gone AWOL,
  Enslaved an incarnate.

  HE found me then displaced,
  Restored me all in place,
  The life I once lived,
  In reckless abandon,
  HE offered to me,
  A great asunder,
  Paid a price of none,
  But released it all to me.

  HE was slapped, bruised,
  Pierced and killed,
  All because of me,
  And HE died, rose,
  Gone to Heaven,
  All to gain for me.

The Plain Stylus, 

 © KAYODE AYOMIDE 'TIMILEHIN