Treasure Island

Augustine Yirideme


In Praise Of The Most High


Hail ye all the God of Elijah,
He who answereth by fire
Commander of the host of Israel,
My God He is for real
You may call Him Elohim,
For all fullness is in Him
Ever faithful and merciful God,
One who changeth not
His name is the Most High,
'Cos He reigns from on high
Showing compassion,
And never missing in action
Who art thou mountain?
Before Him thou art nothing!
Him it was who parted the Red Sea,
And supplied His people manna to eat
He muzzled the lion in its den,
And kept unhurt His servant Dan
The Prince of peace,
Call on Him and be at ease

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

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