By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Blessed are those in the Lord
For they are the core of God’s glory
They alone will see the light on high
And walk the Sanctum Sanctorum
Theirs is a life full of honey and milk
And their very being, the Lord’s temple.
Since not every president is a Ford
Even those who come along without a story
It is easy for one or two to vie
But when it comes to counting blessings on the fulcrum
Almost everyone will dry them out on silk
Not knowing that what will last is the ripple.