O death, where is thy sting?

1 Corinthians 15:55

A Poem by Mercy Susanna

Photography by Mercy Susanna

I pulled into the graveyard,
Skulls and bones kissing my feet;

I ate the dust of the earth
As a serpent oozing out venom;

Like a swine in a squalor, 
Did I struggle with my sin;

I wandered in a quiet desert,
Looking for an oasis of hope;

There's drunken pride in my eyes,
Concealing my ignorance well;

For the breath of life, I fought,
O, LORD! 
But You, I haven't sought;

As my heart opened up to the One,
Whose face outshines the brightest star;
Mercy descended from above,
Mending this wounded scar!