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Perfection  In the spice of a glorious hour Here my flesh laid as a man in a journey unreturned The spirit has taken its lift above the ocean that no one could dare its power Just as Gbenga Disu made his way without a goodbye nor did he say anything about his return From it had Eve being made and handed to her boo Hence it's common in us that the seventh rib is a fragile being Yet in it perfection was built that which I am eager to be incline with too And it rang in my hair that what a man can do, a woman can do it better Not because the magnificent shape that do drive us almost to a canal But the spring of our perfection is in them for that which the creator Has made all things Hear my prayers oh divine that my lost rib in me gets to me soonest no sooner that my eyes opened than I knew that I've not rest in the bosom of my God. 

PLEA Let not your heart so rest upon my  elbows Reveal to me the boundless glory that reign within your smile That in harmlet our songs do race Upon the origi leave my hands lay on a million mile That my plea come to you neither as Adam nor cain  But in David's strength in praise for my childhood sin Making me to bear my rewards which I pray never to my descendants to be a will In your heart make my affection grows beyond the power of love Till our heads be white and begin to walk on three feet.

Meadows Let my heart so fill with the goodies of your love Not as the lust that reigns within men with the aim of making ways to the uterus But for that glory in you to bring me above the gave I think oh my mind outshines the boarder of the world Where I daily gaze the Angels not stopping on your throne laying their heads Not for the beauty and the illustrations that overwhelme than gold But for your majestic powers above all creations The beauty that lay in my culture and Church laying in our hearts the needs to be humble Ijo enia oluwa aladura your adoration prayers do lift my heart the essence of the superiority of our God That without end we will daily do in Paradise Not as some in their pride stand in His worship but never will they permit their not to adore them Could this be foolishness or the feast of hypocrisy that we celebrate amidst us Or the king of pride has lay mighty hands on them Resist the devil and it will never dwell among us In it the comforter grows