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Friday, September 20, 2019
>>>> *By the river side* <<<<
When the days of my pilgrimage are accomplished,
And earth's gravity ultimately conquered my lifeless weight.
When I leave behind the shores of vanity,
Lead me to the gleeful trail that knit the edge of admiration, the splendour of thy abode.
By the river side where the lily sings for joy,
Where to Beulah the road leads, let me see thy face,
Kiss away my many tears, unveiling the eternity I long to see.
With sights of glorious vista enwrapped in thy sweet loving embrace.
By the river side let my shadow be cast in beautiful memories,
Let my name resonate with loveliness of thy grace.
Let me remember thy faithfulness that rescued me from many woes,
That I may behold the crystal flow, with breath of contentment.
By the river side through the crimson field, the path of transition laid for the redeemed by the sinless blood of the slain,
Feed me with thy tree of life, enclose in the glory of immortality,
That I may sing with thy host to the grandeur of the ancient One.
By the river side, O let me see thy saints of old, the unnumbered witness of my race,
Whose voiceless outcry bid me to no repose.
By the gentle flux of the waters, lead me to my Father, to the glory of the Shekinah if only his feet I may kiss.
By the river side when the world mourns the dead,
When the gates of hell loses its hold on me,
When a star dissolved in the constellation to ascend to glory untold.
Let thy angel fete your beloved with songs of joy. By the river side...
>> _Omotayo Oni_ _(Tpoet)_ <<

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