When A Soul Is Trapped In Sin And Yet His Grace Remains Unfettered Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

And again in the midst of the congregation of the saints, there lain a forlorn n' rejected rock
The instant I stepped on it, all my past, present n' future were laid bare for all who cared to see
Some were in shock, some in despair while some in celebration n' my failings mocked
To me it was the season for my redemption
The very season of all dreams; the season of God's unfailing redemptive grace
I'd rather be disgraced in front of the congregation
And have my soul redressed in front of the hosts of Heaven
I'd rather be mocked now n' my soul be settled in His holy presence

For how long shall He keep warning?
Yea, the desire to heed, I have
Yet the power to, I have not
With all this clouding entanglement of sin
And the enticing sweetness of poisonous sin
However, I can still see the beauty of that city of everlasting life there yonder
Despite this flooded Jordan standing before me, seemingly an insurmountable barrier

Twice, yes even thrice has He not sat me down?
And even tonight with questions that demanded for answers
Questions from a Father full of grace n' care
Fatherly concern n' love exemplified; yet, prodigal n' profligate a son I am
Yea, I can see the winter sun disappearing behind those sinful clouds
Then rays of His voice of hope permeating the stormy atmospheric barriers above
Oh, how I must find my way back to the fold
And be fortified in the arms of His unfailing loving kindness forever
22 April 2022