by SAMUEL O. TAIWO
“I’m born again” or so I thought
From day to day this grim lie bought;
Was faithful at my local Church
My passion, my friends could avouch
“I’m water-dunked” – my boastful claim!
“I’m heaven bound” – my delusion
Ignorant was I all these years
What need I for the sinner’s pray’r?
Sped with this belief, so I’ll say
The Christian form I lived each day.
Yet my sins I could not deny
A slave to Death and Hell was I.
Hunted by Eternity’s quest
One noon, weighing upon my breast
My sweet grandmother’s dying pray’r
For me, as she had long desired
Came thundering in my heart again:
“Grandchild, you must be born again”.
(In vain I tried, how can this be?
To mute such daunting words from me
In vain! In vain! I tried in vain
To cast from me this ceaseless pain),
before the Messiah, my fears
At last like some plebeian in tears
Laid I; the sinner’s prayer said
And once, for divine mercy pled:
“Be merciful to me …
I am a …
I spoke not many words that noon
As I prayed, I know not how soon,
But this I know, God answers pray’r
The power of Sin’s plague was broken