To the abode in heaven too far <br />To the bossom heart O' father, <br />Spirit bless us; me faint lest <br />Take me to the place of rest. <br /> <br />Unto the Willow tree like a sleeping Cheetah, <br />I hung my idle gentle gallant guiter; <br />Will I not sing a cherished merry festive song, <br />Ere you mend my tongue? <br /> <br />My darling heart goes home high; <br />No wings wishing I could fly. <br />My Zion, eager I am to see you <br />Everytime, each remember my memory do. <br /> <br />Father to you and I path- <br />Path, where spread misfortunes like mat. <br />When will I pass and leave this wilderness, <br />Toward the holy land of the sinless? <br /> <br />O God I besech, be nigh to me, <br />In you I believe, and now and forever and it be; <br />Pathfind me through the wilderness of life, <br />At the end, let me be back home where I strove.<br /><br />Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-zion-my-home/
