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GOD



The last glow of a candle;
no darkness can handle.
You silently shine forth;
light of an inestimable worth.

The last gasp of breath...
surely you're superior to death.
The giver of eternal life;
the church remains your wife.

Our hope of glory.
We have no reason to worry.
Author and finisher of our faith...
with paradise, we'll soon be on a date.

We call you the Lord of lords...
a word pregnant with words.
Owner of a garment of light.
Your reign is forever right.

Supreme definition of holiness.
Your name is forever blessed.
Vastness beyond every sea...
I kneel in awe of thee.

For as long as I breathe,
I'll tarry at your feet.
You're an amazing grace...
purity in a high place!

Lanre badmus
June 2018

Photographer: Leke Adesuyi

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