Before God Poem by Timothy Faboade

I sleep and the treasures fall
Out of vanity I search pleasure
And in this I lose my all
Without a plain measure.

A feeble heart of rocky stone
I posses against your love
Which is divine and lone
Ah! Lord, this life is rough.

Freely I get, freely I lose
Prodigal son I can be
Sins there are but a dose
Bars the gate against me.

My white garment you desire
Is now a Habour of stains
I merry in one main mire
And lose the heavenly gains.

I slip and the Love dies
Not to come back like Him
I stumble and the glory flies
Making my bright life dim.

Before the Beast I bow'd
Begging for that You own
And gently I am cow'd
And barred from Your zone.

In me the new Adam soars
Ambushing Jesus, Your Son.
I'm lost in Grace and Law
Soon here I'll be done.

What awaits me there, Lord?
Before you I wish to come
To join the Angels' board
And add to the holy sum.

Let me shoulder my Cross
And for others, Lord, He can
My soul the Beast shall toss
Till you lift on me the ban.

I soberly weep in my breast
When my infernal bed is lost
On your celestial cheerful chest
Which is got without a cost.

Can I take the baptism again?
The Grace in Your hands
I take for lust and vain
I'll soon return to the sand.

Then your thundering anger
That in abyss patiently waits
Shall descend on me, a waste.
Forever, before you, I'm a langer.