I wish I revisit the old days
Back to whence I was very young
Religiously following uncle to the chapel
Sheepishly sitting down
And, dogmatically imbibing the gospel
I was free; whole hearted, and believed I was pure
With a burning desire
I’ve avoided the church awhile
And I’ve lost count of the years
Laziness
Apathy, or
A-Christ!
Something has kept me out
Either from within or without
Dear mighty God, your son died for my peccadilloes
And your holy spirit kept me company
Let your grace come on me again
For I desire to be Christ-like again
And re-do, actively, what uncle had imparted in me
The gospel according to the Apostles; and
To follow thy word without narrow-mindedness
(Sept.2013. Ofoase)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
taking resort to the lap of God is the best thing in the world, i like it, well- penned,