OIL FOR MY LIGHT

Ujamaa Christian Poetry

I need fresh oil,my Lord,
for the light of my soul
to give forth beams
of your sacred light.
I fear lest my snuff smokes
and stink in the nostrils
for lack of oil.
Without being fed,
it cannot burn another hour.

Lord, in my mortal life
no oil well flows forth;
only the pure, holy oil
squeezed from your veins
at Gethsemane,
can make my light
burn clear and bright
in this dark world.

Written by Kodi Azuonye

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