My Youth, My Best. Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

Remember thy Creator in thy youth;
Before the days of troubles come
The broken gold is opened
And the breathe is gone to God the source
I did worship the true living God
The God of the dead and living
In His majesty; He chooses Home of all
Have got a Home there in Glory
And its mine; its mine!
My life He gave me
And when my done is done on this dusty earth
I, through Jordan and then I go Home
Their in Glory; my Home be;
My living breathing soul
I owe to God my Lord
Get away, get away Jordan
Get away Chilly Jordan
Get away Jordan
I wish to cross over to see my Lord.
Until I sleep in Glory of my Lord
Continually will I praise you my Lord
In Him, my solace dwell.