You Found Me... Poem by Moses Ocharo

Alone, so trapped underneath this rub'le,
My heart didst hear the footsteps of Thy Soul;
I felt Thee ease my pain; my thirst's withdraw'l
And still I curse myself for wanting trou'le.
How foolish, into sins still waters am'le,
My virgin heart, my body, my soul and all? ;
To bet and let chances hands like dice me roll;
This mine emotions thus, so lustly gam'le.
So pain hast now replac'd what was my wealth-
This Mis'ry. Can I pay then this my debt
I owe Thee, You who gave to me my health?
For I have nothing even tears to wet
Thy Feet. But You have Heart to Wash my filth
And still, more LOVE to show, for nev'r wilt set.