Ancient Path Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

Ancient path, thou are mighty
Ancient people though are lucky
In favor and in the omnipotence of the mighty
You that sharpen and shape, your majesty
The way is too rough for you all
I mean you in the hall, a limited call
Present living, make the mighty your wall
indeed is him, only you can be whole
Ancient path though are straight to eternity
Please, Abba father, barter from all this mighty
Move, kick, beat, punish and shine to you in plenty
Enemies are plenty and ever ready
Excavate, plough, and grade me to fit your temple
Never let me play pool, like him in this circle
Stock, plant, sow, and breed me for you
So when you come I will be ripe enough for you
Then on the ancient path I am, in this court
So I will be able to proclaim that path
Which I hope, and am made part
Of the mighty, which will ever last?
At the end crop and harvest me Christ