Adeyeye Adeolu

Dear Lord God the almighty who owns all Grow him feathers to flying higher and not fall Spark your guiding light Whenever he is faced fright Make this day be his first Forgive all days sins nursed Provide more grace to travel with you Through his best and aging blue Open his heart to impart more of Your counsels Feeding on the richly garnished morsels Gospels and guide his feet through sinking sand To live the best for all troubles withstand Wrap them in mercy Mold all in grace Usher the lingering hope's controversy To shepherd his troubling pace All these I ask Oh Lord for your humble servant The one that sees praise his task And go all days so fervent Nevertheless, not worthy Make him creditworthy Truly, he is mortal In heaven, make him chortle Happy birthday, dear friend Enjoy your day off worries And in music do blend Refined and chilled breweries