GRACE

For my sins he chose nails
For my pain he chose the cross
He chose to pay my bail
I am no longer at loss.
My thirst, he satisfied with his blood
And my hunger with his flesh.
It felt like i was stuck in the mud
Sins and iniquities glued to me like a new skin
I tried to break out, tried to break free
But i was in too deep and it was drawing me deeper
I wanted to give up, surrender
But like a knife in the woods
His grace found me
Broke my chains, set me free.

Chioma chigbuo