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Sinner to Saint


From iniquity was begotten; Curse cause by our fathers' disobedience, Though still young my heart was heavy laden, With my maker I strove with no reliance; But the truth I knew,the word was by me, Yet the flesh bent I,my ways perverted, Troubles unknown I blindly couldn't see, Beelzebub had me,head to feet bounded; Then Christ I heard and saving wonder, And how he died to but save me from hell; At the cross I waited in surrender, When I heard a voice saying 'all is well'. I have been pardon and oh when I die; I will live and by his side,I will lie.
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caleb.datal

Graduate of Boys' Secondary School Gindiri. Under graduate of University of Jos

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