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I was ten guilty fingers clutching a stone,
Facing a sinner yet to atone.
Then came a voice, soft in its tone:
” let the sinless cast the first stone”
I was a deaf ear unmoved by what was spoken
Oblivious of the laws which I, myself, had broken
An obstinate heart, I stood ready for the kill,
If only I had known it was self righteous piety.
I’m an opened eye that sees a thorny head,
And the bloodied body of a saviour dead.
They say the world’s sins are on his head,
So that we, the guilty filth, might be spared.
I’m a broken heart by the splendor of the open grave
And the salvation that He freely gave.
The path God gave through Jesus to save,
Was a tomb cleft from a rock; a cave.
I’m a bowed head and two humbled knees,
Reduced to the dust by what my eyes see.
I drop my stone and my hands are free,
Lifted in praise of Love greater than the seas.
By Akpobome Akpughe ©
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