HIS COMING...to HIS Majesty
Calm and cool I was seated, Waiting for His Majesty;
Full of beauty, I became the center of attraction;
Never knew how 'exposed' I was; Till men from afar began to take turns...
Turns admiring me.
I was exposed, open to every detriment.
Despite all, I remained calm and seated...
My gaze fixed in a direction.
Waiting for His Majesty,
...as I would Jesus' Second Coming.
Then I saw a figure!
Distinct and elegant from the crowd,
Amazingly standing tall and straight,
Fear gripped my heart, at his gaze...His gaze was fixed on me.
Chai!
How can these things be!
It's toooo good to be true,
But I have come to lay hold...
I then fixed my gaze on him
Admiring my "His Majesty", my Saviour
Laying aside every weight of fear...
Looking unto him and him alone.
HERE SHE COMES...to HER Majesty
Here she comes...
Making giant strides, breaking new grounds
The cynosure of all eyes; envy of her peers
A little here, a little there...
Our African Princess, Omolewa mi
Finely crafted like the potter's handiwork
Yahweh, The greatest; She, His best.
Here she comes...
Her Majesty; the bearer of life...
Mother of two; Mother of three
Her womb is the progenitor of blessings
The tiny feeted call her Blessed.
Here she comes...
Drooling mouths ajar; Words indescribable
Blessed is the day I found you,
God's gift to moi - Her Majesty.
