Working seven days without rest
Walking seven weeks without nest
Longing all days to see my best
I just have to keep one finger across
When everything is finished
It seems everything has become vanished
There is a great hope
In Olodumare the creator of all things
Oh Lord my God I look unto your face
Believing there is a hope for the hopeless
I mean a great hope against hope
See me through O Lord
Give me a glory that will never be biodegradable
I cry with a loud voice
Where will my help come from?
All things are best known to Aseda
Working without rest symbolized nothing
For Kabioosi all things are possible
The founder of all things
Seek his face, search for him
And he will see you through
When I sat on a tree of wisdom
I notice only Almighty has freedom
See me through Oh Lord, God of our fathers.
OLAEWE OLADAYO
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