With The Ease Of An Eel
The Prodigal Son Wriggles Away
Out Of The Grip Of Grace
Out Of The Sure Steady Pace
Out Of The Golden Path
The Path Of Righteousness
Down Into The Muddy Waters Of Sin
He Found His Own Ways
Among The Grooves
Swimming In The Brackish Waters Of Sin
Of Entangling Mass Of Roots
Trapped Away From The Truth
The Light Of The Hour
The Burden Of The House
In A Temptous Pull Of Lust
A Bate, Good Only For The Fool
The Eye And The Flesh, In Lust
So Proud And Blind To See Again
The Golden Path Of Life
Where The First Love Brews
Potent And Pure
Submitted by: Tunji Kusa
Ilorin, Nigeria.
