Heal Our Land
Heal our land
On this busy lane our works do melt
Yet life in nature non could query
Fighting it from birth
Till in grave of less worry
Our hope is laid
On the teachings so given to the heart
Build our hope and let us glory in the lord
For all works are in vain on the mother earth
How pleasant is it being in heaven?
Than the waste we're in this land
Has history not repeat itself in our haven?
Forsaking God in the choice of whom to lead
Our choices are daily base on our glutton
Setting aside the future that's laid before us
That in ignorance do press a forbidden button
Making us aliens in our house
Yet celebration galore
In a self made failure
Oh our land is sick
In pain the saviour we seek
Joy from the inner mind is key
Not one from taooma and macaroni
This in a minute can make one pee
But only leverage on our money
Heal our land please
Please, please heal us all
The pain is much
And groaning is bigger than a mall.
©?olorunleke olorode
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