Ujamaa Christian Poetry

HOME AT LAST


Some preachers lead their sheep astray
Defeat, the angles cry
The Son who died and gives us power
Looks down from up on high


He gave His life that all might live
He arose to set us free
He gives us power through His name
To bring souls to His tree


To heal the sick and raise the dead
Baptize the re-born soul
To not rejoice for our great power
But for our name upon the roll


Oh Holy day, Messiah, Lamb
Eternal Mighty King
When I shall stand before Thy throne
My gift of souls to bring


To stand redeemed on Heavens shore
All pain and fear now past
To hear well done, come in My child
Forever Home at last.

Written by S.R. Elwood

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry