The Call Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Hear oh listen to the call
That which is engraved for triumphant
Not that which emanated from Paul
It's that that tingle the ear to be elegant

That all in awe of its root run for help
Despite in our jollies and busy lives
Our ears tint as being lay for escape
Of the goodies that are abound in the caves

It's the coming of the great one
The king of glory that was slayed in no guilt
This way you see the son of man come as he's gone
For the time of harvest has come to separate the wild from the shaft

Not all that call me Lord will see the kingdom of God
Their mouths house deceit and hands are stains of blood
This call will be in grand style
As non being stain will be made to fly

Oh I await this call as it lingers than a mile
For the issues of the world can make one with no hesitation to fly
Come oh come
As the signs of your coming are in manifest
The need for your early call daily hitch our mind