The mighty wind has blown from somewhere
threatening a concrete foundation to shatter
what a thunderous splash too clear
that would boost our beings latter.
Surely our span is seventy
So maintains the psalmist
The strong lives for eighty
Our life passing in a swift
Lonely; man came through birth
In a full strife he lives his life
Lonely; he so soon passes through death
His remembrance leaves hearts in grief.
Purity of heart! A joy for the righteous
Uncontaminated by the world of sin
for holding God’s law so serious
At last the saint’s trophy to win
Goodbye! My people of faith
Asleep in Jesus! People’s most cherished
Adieu! We shall never part again when we meet
At God’s blessed bosom we’re forever nourished.
(Dedicated to my beloved Father, Late Mr. Cornelius Chukwudum Ezeomedo, who has been sleeping in the Lord since 23rd August 1990)