Eulogy Of My Health Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Opining the gospel being glory in me.
Not for the declaration of our saviour in manifesting the love of God.
But for the assembly of ills that's of no root in me.
Surprise made itself known at the thunder that hits my chest.
Several visits and medications, a no case submission in cooking my health.
This that severally weaken my bones to believe neither it's the act of man nor God.
It makes daily puzzles in me of either stroke or pneumonia, of this cause my health and joy live in denial.
Of what thought either of money or wife to bring me to death.
Hope this goodness will not lay me down to the earth so soon?
But my fame is yet to glory so soon.
Dear the maker of all things with speed do come and hear me.
Your glory is well known to us all as shown by your son on earth.
All praise be yours that you'll always be God.
Even when we fail to glory in you as God.
Please clear this death that daily grow itself in my chest.
Less very soon Maoists and termites proclaim their gospel on me.