I remember when the heart was a green,
And the inner man thoroughly clean;
When looking unto Jesus the Anchor of your faith,
Is nothing but your daily anchor and stay.

I remember how you were consumed by divine zeal,
With passion you served, not minding what others feel;
Because on the alter, a promise you made with grace,
To forever remain on this heavenly pilgrim's race.

I remember how in tearful eyes you plead,
Sobbing and panting on bended knees,
Just to know your Father's will for each faithful day,
That you might stay in the track and never stray.

O comrade, where is now your fervency and zeal?
Have you now a spiritual wound that refuses to heal?
O comrade, where is your fire and precious faith?
How is your first love wax so cold in haste?

Look up and behold that dripping on Calvary's tree,
Lest you'd be trapped in weakness for eternity!
For all your labour will forever be a waste,
If you never your first love embrace.

It's time to go back to the absolute,
Back to the hunger for nothing but the truth,
Seeking daily for heaven's perfect peace,
Friend, it's time to go back to the wounded Prince!

© Atonuje Efe