There is no voice too faint
Not even the mighty distance
Can hinder your mighty providence
You are the olupese
Even egged word you hear
Eagerly awaiting my requests
Always wanting to respond to each
You are called olupese.
Never lacking in resources
You have all in abundance
Giving to all as you please
Ignore not my request, olupese.
Unto you I turn in time of need
Despise not my action
Flesh has nothing to offer
Hence my gaze is fixed on you.
Surely you are faithful
Unlike the unreliable flesh
You are reliable and faithful
I wait on you…olupese.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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