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Olusina Ajao Poem
A dream comes true.
Long awaited, now at last.
Bringing forth, now the dream alive
Conceived in mind, days and nights.
The laurels of victory, here they come.
Like a pregnancy, thus entailed,
The agony, the pain and fear alike.
But the joy of birth surpassed them all.
A dream comes true!
Costlier than money can trade
The heart becomes a fountain
And there flows the stream of joy
Copyright © Olusina Ajao | Year Posted 2005
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Olusina Ajao Poem
There is a song from above
That takes away our tears
Flowing freely from above
Like a stream of flowing river.
It’s God’s melody of love
That quiets all our fears
A song the God composed
Like an orchestra, it flows.
By his angels, it descends.
To the saints and the faithful below
Abundant life, it gives to behold.
A heavenly symphony at glow.
Too fine for mortal heart to withhold.
The song softly goes forth
Every moment, every hour
But when the human soul, encompassed
With earthly decayed showers
Like the garment of filthy robe descend.
And the song is no more ours.
Oh heavenly father
By thy own Holy Spirit
Send down the heavenly music
So true, so beautiful
And so soul refreshing
That those who hear it
May long to hear it more.
Copyright © Olusina Ajao | Year Posted 2005
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