'Lost' - Poem by Kolade Seun
There's a rendition I want to give;
His attention I want to call.
To me who was lost;
this Hot winter;
he came to save as a father.
In a wretched fold I slept;
looked down upon me, he wept.
His throne he has left;
to me who was lost; he's come to save without a cost.
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