Before he was born he was known
After his birth he was made known
To know him is to love him
To love him is to know him
In him was life a way of life as a guide
The light shines so bright there is no darkness in or around him
They brought him gifts but he was the gift
The gift of life to have and to hold
He gives it to all that asks.
He heals the sick, he calms the sea
He sees through the very dark days
The days are his
He is the first and the last in one
He forms and he reforms
His form is the three in one
He is the one that was awaited
He is the one that we still awaits
The Son of the most high.
Why not fight and declare your lordship?
Born into royalty but borne the weight of our courtship
He knows my innermost emotions
Mostly tempered by his ever loving kindness
He rules but chose to ride on a mule
So gentle and mellow, sometimes what a strange fellow
I trust him so much, what a great bedfellow
You know, I thought I had arrived
At the place of comfort so bright
A wonderful locale by the streams
Lush gardens and beautiful greenery
But I am constantly reminded that the imagery
Should not be what is before me, but ahead of me
A place I hardly know, a place born in my dreams
I bow and wait at the soon coming king
But he wears no earthly ring
All he wants is just for me to sing
of his goodness and mercies
So much, I can hardly count
It mounts every single day
In May, the flowers bloom
All because of the mixture of sweat and blood
By Muyiwa Babalola.
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