To the abode in heaven too far
To the bossom heart O' father,
Spirit bless us; me faint lest
Take me to the place of rest.
Unto the Willow tree like a sleeping Cheetah,
I hung my idle gentle gallant guiter;
Will I not sing a cherished merry festive song,
Ere you mend my tongue?
My darling heart goes home high;
No wings wishing I could fly.
My Zion, eager I am to see you
Everytime, each remember my memory do.
Father to you and I path-
Path, where spread misfortunes like mat.
When will I pass and leave this wilderness,
Toward the holy land of the sinless?
O God I besech, be nigh to me,
In you I believe, and now and forever and it be;
Pathfind me through the wilderness of life,
At the end, let me be back home where I strove.
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-zion-my-home/
