There’s a place
Where the gold is not for the swift
Nor the bronze made for the drift
But emotions mould the race
In that utopian land
Where souls meld aglow
Smiles is Dunchene’s friend,
Moist, and we lushly grow
In Upendi, take me anew and kept
Even upon my incompetents and bulky inept
My joy is acme of Upendi !
The land where sorrow never bide
The Comforter Revisits
Regard the saintly Spirit
Has revisited to everyplace He left
And tranquillity is fetched
Beam is every I spot!
Behold the will of the Most High
Dwells currently in me again
There’s dew, blizzards of rain!
Now behold the Lamb of God!
Cherries on me yet again
And principal of the Trinity head
Goading my trail to glorious gain.
Am looking in my rear view
But I can’t see a clear view of you
And a titan opaque
Flying Holocaust of tent and bee
Am searching near the house we fed
Under the pillows and our teared bed
Bath me with sponge of worries
Am looking ,
Just a clearer view
I’ll be OK with you.