A Chieftain Like Me (Poem)

I once was a blasphemous, arrogant man:
Searching for Christians to bind food and hand.

Until (though my unbelief obscured my sight)
Mercy showed down in a heavenly light!

God’s grace then washed over me: wave after wave.
(Jesus came down, poor, blind sinners to save!)

His patience poured out on a chieftain like me
should help you to see: you, too, can be free!

Now unto the King, God, immortal, and wise,
“Honor and glory to Him” my heart cries.

– Wills Osborn (3/29/20)

(Based on the text of 1 Timothy 1:12-17 and Acts 9:1-21)

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