Poem by: Comrade Senemed Abel Opeyemi
I, the savior, delivered you from despair, Offered my very life, in devotion rare.
Truly, my lord, My mortal flesh oftentimes prevailed, In solitude, I stumbled, faltered and failed.
Truly, my lord, I strayed, seeking solace in your divine grace,
Yet, survival pushed me, as I fled your embrace.
Unable to extol your name, I resorted to deceit,
A falsehood to protect, my soul's bitter defeat.
I wrote my existence, beyond the Lord's realm,
In blood's ink, a bitter tale to overwhelm.
I traversed your path, time and time again,
While your words echoed, never in vain.
'Father, forgive them, ' you uttered with compassion,
For they know not their deeds, in their ignorant fashion.
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I would like to translate this poem
Our Lord Jesus Christ with blemish died for us sinners. Beautiful poem