The Unashamed Clarion.

By D. F. Olorunsogo

Langsyne,
I was jumping and touting in bondage
My wrist noised in chains
When darkness is all I could behold
A slave to what should be my least slave
Torment; my greatest friend
Led me blindly to the destination death
Death; the price for my inherited debt
The more I live, the interest of my sin blooms
My life not sufficing for my debt
And shame filled me deeply
O doomed man I was
Born into the generation of poverty
The debt I owed,
My lineage would forever owe
And clinch to the scene of sin
Only to be seen to my lynching
Where hope is an abomination.

Suddenly, a light shined
My hope restored
A hope I never sought, found me
The life I never asked, possessed me
A water I never requested, filled me
I looked to the light,
The light of men,
I saw Him pay my "death", no debt no more
It was "God's Redemption At Cross' Exposition"
The light, my benefactor was, is and would be
"Just Ending Satan's Ubiquitous Superintendence"

Am not ashamed to proclaim Him Rabboni
Because He bore my shame
Am not dishonored to decree Him Messiah
Because He brooked my dishonor
Am not humiliated to pronounce Rabbi
Because he undertook my humiliation
Am not embarrassed to announce him prince of princes
Because he adopted my embarrassment
And wore it as a garment

I am a clarion for him
I will make a loud sound
Developed from the depth of my heart
Will sing with my mouth
My feet would jump to dancing
My palms would do the clapping
I am His full made clarion
All to make known his praises
And am the unashamed