Lay my hair upon your swift to make manifest
by Olorode Olorunleke
the beauty in your heart.
Echo the melodies that storms your heart but
not as Delilah.
That we will all worship in the heart and not as
the virgins on the street.
In purity they do all things and in Sin their faith
In the close of their faces they put knife on our
throats to accept their god.
Can God be fight for, in their hearts kingdom
expansion they forward.
Save me saviour not to be in their nest and grant
me the courage to be firm for you.
That I propagate the gospel of Christ forever.