From Heaven's Street Poem by David Olusanya

From heaven's street, sprang a song
by a mighty angels' throng:
"Glory, glory to the king,
whom is born for bliss to bring.

Let the earth be soused with joy,
for a new born, sweet and coy.
Let the cherubs chant the chorale
of a brand new august auroral.

Peace on earth, a gift from heaven
souls redeemed and sins forgiven.
By the brightness of His birth,
glory's shed across the earth.

An infant born to die for all
such sweet seed with a heart so small,
beautiful, beaming and bouncing baby,
born of the bowels of a lovesome lady.

Sing oh! Mortals, and reverence Him,
adore His glory, for He's King Supreme.
Let the younglings pour His praise,
and mystic beings, His banner raise.


Beauty born on earth to abound,
flowing far as men are found.
Reaching the beaten, battered and broken,
that their souls be touched and woken.

Blow the trumps and raise your voices.
Join the seraphs, as heaven rejoices.
Let the mountains, oceans and trees,
bow at the birth of this majestic breeze.

Hasten, mortals, prepare your Bethlehem
to receive heaven's great and hallowed gem.
For Christ is born in us today,
that we may wander no more astray.

David O. Olusanya