Trading with the hallowed God,
Am standing on holy shore:
My heart then must remain odd,
Toward all things that make Him sore!

Seraphim, celestial being,
Stand ever before His throne;
Worshiping in flame burning:
Why in duty should I drone?

I am standing where Paul stood:
His armor is same as mine:
On this solemn fact brood
And to his lot then resign

He promise me not easy road:
Thorns and briers are before me;
Poised to have my name explode---
The joy of saints' adversary!

My hand then take my dear Lord,
Lead me on on this strait path
Draw me upward with thy cord
Far from thy justice and wrath!

Amen!
An unprofitable slave,

-Ojo'je Ad'eyi

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Ojoje Adeyi