Olorun Onile Oke
God, the stronghold
In a world full of threats
I call you my Abo Oke
The one and only high fortress
The lord my eternal refuge,
Olu ibi Isadi
Your everlasting arms O Tobi Ju
With it you thrusted
Out my enemies from before me,
You silenced the voices That cried out threats
The threats that threatened to break all hell loose until my back hits the ground
You stood your ground In battle until their strongholds did rattle,
Mighty man in battle
Jagun jagun segun
You broke the gates of brass and cut the bars of iron in asunder
At the sound of my cry,
You caused the foundations of the hills to move,
You heard my voice
And the earth trembled,
You kissed away the tears from off my temple
Apata ayeraye,
The rock of ages,
My help,
In ages past,
You bowed down the heavens and came down
And when the thick darkness surrounding me saw you,
It took flight
My high fortress,
Because I have you I don’t even have to fight.
Ebubechi
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Christ a poet 