There is a king in me
That calls to the king in thee
As my deep
Calls unto your deep.
I season the words I speak
With reasons, not trick
As angels find no flaw
Unto men, they’ve become law.
High upon the Sinai Mountain
I shiver in the surge of this fountain
That washes away yesterday’s edict
For the gold of timely verdict.
In the sounds of water and fire
Throne is wielded of fire
And he who sits there upon, royalty
Is not mere, speaks in authority.
I see you fret before swine
With lost sight of where to wine,
I hear you whisper than speak
While they say your commands leak.
Change your apparel at once
And brace self for a dance
Upon the glassy sea stage
Where rainbow flashes light upon your image.
Written by: Anyi Charles Egbe
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson