Wednesday 29 February 2012

I thought it all I lost


I thought it all I lost once won


by grace and now lost by works I done.


O finished in despair I cried


Finished finished finished I am.


Then remembered I on a rainy day


that once the sorrowful man once avowed   


'It is finished', no more merits may be add.


It is done, no more sinners may cry!

K.Oni

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