The only Christening at Igboliki
Sets the record of the prophet
That graced the coming of lily,
Humanly made for Holy profit.
I learnt from your own letters,
The mission for the cleansing
Which was sent by malaikas
'A cross family', a song we sing
Just like many other on a course
Chased off by Paul and Appolo.
Must to the same lane I cross?
Now that patience is very low!
As the light within goes bleak,
And enveloped in abject fears,
The call, is continously weak.
My in-man shed lasting tears
Of when you'll finally return.
For all has come to be scattered,
In the hands of men in turn,
Those meant to be gathered!
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