...But The Grace Poem by John Ugolo Umah

...But The Grace



Oh you imperfect dust
lying within the hollow of this crust
know you not that dust to dust
return dust to crust

but the blood speaks
but the grace is surplus
but the mercies are on us
but the grace

we must die to be born again
every authority is subject to Him
imperfect and condemned souls
all remain summissive subjects
only to Him and all this is
but for the grace...

Friday, September 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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John Ugolo Umah

John Ugolo Umah

Obi, Benue State
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