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Redemption of the Church (A Poem) By Sis. Abigail Ndubueze

But now I stand exultant , free
By Christ’s sacrifice on the tree
Oh how can I forget
Or how can my past negate
The place you picked me from
The place of Redemption

Though in pain I wail
And troubles my soul assail
Though persecuted all day long
And my soul is wrenched from song

My garment with filth, guilt drenched
Filthy, red as scarlet
Yet with the thump thump of my heartbeat
I hold on to my anchor
Tenaciously I draw to the mercy seat

“Come as you are” he says
My blood upon you I pour
To make you my beloved bride
Devoid of shame, guilt and pride

I know I am the church
The bride of Christ the King
And no matter life’s peril
His praise I’ll forever sing!

(Inspired by the Holy Scriptures)

Written by Sis. Abigail Ndubueze (Team Watchmen)

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