Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Hymn Of Mr Sinnerman - Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Dear God, late of me to call Thee
Late of me, but I must,
Thy guidance I seek, grace I see
Uplifting me from dust

Do wash my charcoal heart of hell
With pure heavenly bleach
Till I be made anew as well
As Thy preacher do preach.

My sins be dead as the tombstones,
Sinnerman as I kneel;
Running my arteries and bones
Heavenly grace I feel.

I'd seen Thy nebula and light
In my soul there's the oil
Allegiance as heavenly knight
Farewell being devil's spoil.

My encounter abroad and home
Spread gospel as a saint.
Similitude as Paul in Rome
Sinnerman ne'er shall faint.

Topic(s) of this poem: christian

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 8, 2014

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