O for a thousand tongues to sing;
With a million drums of offerings to bring.
Will that be enough to pay the debt;
Of my body and soul which He kept.
Then shall I dance in praises like crazy;
As my Redeemer over me has never been lazy.
Or should I jump and scream in His sanctuary;
Coz His grace drives me far from the Mortuary.
I need more drums to sound out His praise;
For His love has beautified my life with grace.
So join me in the presence of the most High;
Lets sing and dance till every of our worries die...
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A refined poetic imagination, Bakare. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.