Providence O Reuben
The race of earth is for men.
Not everyone runs it with pen.
The grace of God is for all,
Without it no one shall stand but fall.
Give unto him an eagle's eye,
That can stand to face the sun.
Give him the one that see from the sky,
Into the depth of the sea like none.
Nothing travels faster than bullet;
In its own speed of light,
May be the skyrocket of an autopilot:
In its just bailing flight.
No one lay tiles so plumb
And strong like this young TILLER.
Through it, he rarely crumb
So far You are the Pillar.
Make his days long delayed...
Grow him peace of mind in grey.
Let not successful days be betrayed
And forgive all hustles leading grace astray.
Happy birthday young lord!
I pray favour never depart from you.
May you not be ignored
In trials designing artful blue.
Enjoy your day like no other.
This is the day of the year;
Spend the moments without bother,
August 12 is always for cheers.
Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2022
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