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THE JOURNEY




Life’s a journey
Trail the path;
Though you will walk through the bush that’s thorny,
Even sail through the sea that’s stormy

And in darkness; you will need that Light
It’s the Word that speaks right
So you don’t become overwhelmed by that plight

Just be led by that Captain,
Whose faith can help you move mountains
He will guard you
By Him, the Earth was laid as a mat
And the heavens; spread as Blanket

Get your mind ready
You will need to guide it steady
Seal it; from those who will fill it up with perfidy
Open it to Imports from the Word of Life; it will help you achieve your destiny

Today could bring you rain;
Enjoy quite well with discernment and Ears to the Spirit
Coz Tomorrow might yield drought, and your soul could grow weary
So be wise along with enough Simplicity.

And note this; mind thy companions, the company of wolves are multiplied
Search among the hills, down the greens; behold their; a company of sheep
They will lead you to the settled grounds, along the quiet streams
You will find there; the Good Shepherd, the One who lays down His Life for His sheep; submit to His Authority

Be Brave; because you might fail; but you will learn
With one click of Success; for more, you will yearn
Within the allotted time; spread a lot of joy
Be the Sunshine


This; I have observed underneath the Sun
In the course of my little while




Bolaji Olaniba (2018)

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