Reaching Unto Grace Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

There's no time, I'll be reaching unto grace
Her greener pastures shall not pass me by
She will lead me to the heavenly race

My sinful feet fails to increase their pace
Crawl I shall do, till i feel light to fly
There's no time, I'll be reaching unto grace

My ebony heart, still beats out of place
Pouring all hope, on grace my faith will lie
She will lead me to the heavenly race

Away from sin, to a salvation phase
To be living a saint, until I die
There's no time, I'll be reaching unto grace

Holding her sweet arms, in a warm embrace
For the heavenly race, I'll plead and cry
She will lead me to the heavenly race

I've waited so long, three sixty five days
One year for questions, no time for reply
There's no time, I'll be reaching unto grace
She will lead me to the heavenly race