THE SACRED SECRET.
My heart hitter and thither,
Skirmishing harder and further,
Mischievously in ponder,
Miserably searching for the maker,
Of heaven and earth, with such power.
What’s at the depth of the sea?
What’s above the sky, we can’t see?
Who teach the ants to build hill?
Who knows, what’s beneath kelemogaro’s hill?
For it’s tediously complicated to drill.
Who knows the expanse of the earth?
Or the gate of death?
Where is the dwelling place of light?
And the darkness place of rest?
These are intruders of my heart.
Who knows the power of creation?
Who lay the earth foundation?
Who knows the heaven ordinances?
What hold the earth to it fixed axis?
And even rotate through it eclipse.
What is the moon made of?
Who can grab the sun in it scruff?
For it’s made up of some secret stuffs.
Whatever he revealed to us,
Is graciously made for us.
ADEWALE ADEYEMI INSPIRATION.
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