Thy Transgression Is Hanging On Me Poem by Obute Gabriel

Oh! Father I’ve tied myself with bundles of chains
Chains that wouldn’t let go
Round-about my neck they’ve come to stay
They’ve troubled every of thy good works
Father, thy lip is filled with deceitfulness and thy heart with mischievous things
Purge me that I be clean
Save me that I be save
In you are the testimonies of our tomorrow
The fountains of our unending joy
The springs of living water that quenches our thirst
The tower of our safety
Father, how will I comfort myself without thy hand?
When I’m an orphan and destitute as a result of my sinful nature
And my short comings has become permanent in the life I’ve lived
I beseech you Father
For thy deliverance and thy grace
That I may return unto thee
From all things to serve and worship you alone
Amen.