Sure Foundation Poem by Vincent Igwilo

How great are they that fight me
So mighty have my adversary become
Many are they who trouble me
Look I to the east and to the west
Where comes my help

A bitter nut, sour soup and haughty eyes
Encompassed round me, like a chamelion, I have change from being pure to a bad egg
Stars seem to have come crashing down
The earth at my sight came tilting to a halt
The twins far gone as my face turned pale

Oh! What sweet voice heareth I in the midst of my perilous times
I look afar off due east, setting my eyes on that great harp of Jerusalem
Singing out my name and calling unto my soul
Salvation is come, cling to the cross and taste the blood of the lamb

Which was shed on your behalf
To wipe away your fears and misery
Giving you the strenght of the arch angel and the wings of the cherubium
That ye may shout at last

Oh! Death where is thy power
Oh! Pains and misery, how low have thou become
Oh! What sure foundation at thou lord Jesus.