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Lost But Found (Adeolu Timothy)

I used to be on my own,
Lost in the world unknown
No laws no limit,
Living a life of my own.
Drawn into a life of dirt,
So much I couldn't resist
I was thrown into a pit of filth
Even my clothes were ashamed of me.
Had untamed desires,
The more I had the more I wanted.
In my state of self-destruct,
Like a gentle breeze on a cool evening,
Came a still small voice,
So quiet I could hardly hear it.
Softly it spoke~
"Come home My child,
I've waited so long for you"
Like a nightmare it disturbed my sleep.
I trembled and shuddered;
My whole body shook with fear.
"Who are you?" I stuttered.
"The one that seeks the lost"
She answered.
I sought patriots before you,
Now I'm here for you.
Like a baby out of bath,
She washed me clean.
Like Saul, Grace found me,
I rose and fell again
But grace picked me up.
Like Noah in Gen 6:8
I found grace in the eyes of the Lord.
Like Moses in Gen 33:13
Grace taught me
Like Esther, Grace singled me out,
Grace is poured into my lips Therefore God hath blessed me forever,
He poured the spirit of grace upon me,
Of his fullness received grace for grace
Justified freely by his grace.
When I was dead in sins,
She quickened me together with Christ,
By grace am I saved.
When I had struggles,
She wouldn't let go.
Though I fall,
I will not be utterly cast down,
For the Lord will uphold me.
Grace strengthens me.
But by the Grace of God,
I am what I am.
May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God And the fellowship of the Holy Spirit Be with you all. (Amen)
Fhysx © 2016

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