Submitted By: Bernard Otumun

I remember the days of old
when my faith still waxed cold
with a mixed desire of manifold
upon my troubled soul
as I rise to fall low
again into every rat hole

But ever since You took control
and my destiny You foretold
taking away every blindfold
and putting me on the right road
for now I know
that truly Jesus is my STRONGHOLD

©Bernard Otumun, February 2003