Who ought to take our praise
And fit for us to please?
Who sent his breath on all
And things began to be?
Who thought the world to being
And govern those unseen?
Who shapes the worlds in spheres
And sets their spheres in speeds
Tilting the earth in clime?
Who calls the dawn to be
And thrusts the sun with beams?
Who gives the breaths of life
And claims the same at death?
Who calls the cocks to crow
And man to sweat his brows?
Who gave us brains to think
And arms to till the greens?
Who spread the sky with wings
And gave the sky its clouds
Clapping thunders aloud?
Who set the tunes of birds
And trains their wings to fly?
Who fills the seas with fins
And sees the depths of seas?
Who melt the ice in spring
And ease the pains of drought?
Who sets the mounts in cones
And digs the depths of deeps?
Who sweeps the sands with winds
And brings their dusts with breeze?
Who soaks the grounds with rains
And flames the fields with grains?
Who gave us eyes to see
And nose with which to smell?
Who gave us mouth to eat
And tongues to taste the meals?
Who knows and weighs one's deeds
No matter how one feels?
Who bathes the morn with dews
And clothes it with its hues?
Who hurries out the night
And serves the day with light?
Who wears the woods with greens
And smears the stems with scents
Sweet and nice to the sense?
- Jude Ogunade,2011, Ofankor, Ghana.
Jude Ogunade
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