Thou wrestled against strife
And won with your sling of surrender
You are the love of my life
And to you my life I render
That priceless gift
That even victory could not name
No bounty could elicit
The beauty of your holy name
The sound of victory
Futile at the ignorance of defeat
Bought from captivity
And now on his seat
Blood spilt
Victory registered
At the cost of defeat
Sin has lost it's regard
Victory apprehended
Defeat set free
At d mention of thy word
I am set free
Chains acclaimed as medals
Scars my memorabilia
In a broken heart rest all my arsenals
Now u have become my Amelia
And my life to you I give
Because death could not hold you bound
A fine and lofty verse written with deep spiritual insight. A beautiful devotional poem. Remain blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, Mr. Uche!