Salvation Poem by Oghenero Benefit Evabeta

LORD, who createdst man, inputted him thy presence,
Though senselessly he forfeited the same,
Nature decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most miserable:
Without thee
Albeit beneficent spirit harmoniously sang,
Awaiting the day of thy victories:
Perdition crushed; man restored.

All innocence age must in sorrowful woe begin:
Engulf with filthiness and righteous-less,
Thus, the outcome of a defiled world,
I came I became
Most appeared innocent guilty,
But for thy victory,
Restless torment advance the flight in me;
I heard it I sought it,
And thy victory I found I clinged.