CELESTIAL GLORY AT 67 Three to the seventh decade of life The promise to Celphas stands The stone rejected keeps alive Hope of the helpless prior strands. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba The man trembled that toiled Innocently to make an end meet Nursing not the call and called Navigating through forest in heat. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Thus goes the tale of Agongue The forest of esoteric and mytery Founding to no flaw to Ajase That will be permanet in history Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba The seat of seal stays at Imeko With tentacles abroad and piece Annexed at with purpose in Eleko Now that we waned out of peace. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Times will tell that power full day That darkness illumined the globe Only seven stars marked the say, Parliaments of terrestrial sobbed! Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Distinctly, He on the throne spoke Just like the days by River Jordan That the bird came, and One spoke Descending as Luli of the modern. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba What a sorry sight for the blind Who sees only through a purse Blind to vision, mission nd unkind Way of salvation to them is curse. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Their policy negates the tenents All for infrstructure of the stomach Lithurgical they are in their intents Faulting the template of patriach Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba The visioner goes but with a voice Like the myth of Elisha and Jehu Cuddled with raw facts and choice That makes us sing Jori-ha-hi-hu. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba The way of peace you know not Butterflying about in your regalia With titles without a mantle, not A single picture of evident idea. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba I will forever scream like Jeremiah Even if taken as John the baptist The vengenace Ill spell of messiah In the land of the damn prohibist Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba The judgement from the altar Shall surely kick start for all to see All these we profusely utter Yet in billions we drown in sea! Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba O God of creation, we are not right Direct our noble cause this I know Would guide all our leaders right; Help our youths the truth to know Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba One fold, one shepherd Vox pop, vox dei a case of a mall As world lament seems too hard And the hand writing clear on wall Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Solemn here with hearts contrite Torn part in spirit, body and mind Like the gas erupting from sprite For a moment so fine and kind. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba Save now O Lord we beseech thee Let the king hear us when we call This, from anguish makes us free And the we shall rejoice in the call. Ajara mi otito, baba mi lolusogba
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 18:29:44 +0000
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