Poem by Owen Swain, Former Evangelical Pastor

Born in sin, and shapen in, iniquity.

Artist child, a bit too free?

Then born again.

Oh, evangelical,

ubiquity.

A quarter of a century,

I wore a skin

not like me.

I wore the mantle

took the call

others said I should,

was that all?

Late came gentle Mary

with prayers

and with beads

and I said, I will go

where she may lead

And where she lead

was to her Son

the perfectly wretched

perfect One.

In turn he led me

to his timeless Church

in whom I find

my perfect worth.

Where once with many

I did protest

oh yes,

and I was prone,

to ironic works

of faith alone

now,

by greater grace

am I blessed,

to have come home

to this new

and ancient place.

Owen Swain blogs here.