Voice Of The Knight

by John Olafenwa

I take the path,

  Where the great fall,

  The weak stumble,

  The strong weaken,

  And the wise is defeated.

  Not my wisdom can climb this hill.

  The grace of God support me,

  I shall not stumble,

  When I fall down,

  The Lord pick me.

  A path so deadly,

  There I thread,

  Moving with faith,

  The valley of death beneath,

  God help me not to fall.

  Climbing with silence,

  No one knows who I am,

  Few take note of me.

  I am despised and rejected,

  I humble my soul,

  I know who I am.

  Many regard not my words,

  Their price they pay,

  When I reach the mountain top.

  I know not how,

  I don't know when,

  But I am sure,

  Sometime, somehow, someday.

  All hills shall lie below me,

  All valleys shall be exalted,

  And I will soar beyond all heights.

  And there I would be,

  On the mountain top.

  THE BLOOD LINE.

  Free in love,

  Saved in Christ,

  Thou little rose,

  The symbol of perfection,

  In thee it lies.

  The limits of love,

  A line drawn by nature,

  Thy boundaries set,

  Abide in thy soul,

  The gate of thy pride,

  Keep thyself now.

  In flesh veiled,

  Thy pride keep,

  The joy of holiness,

  The dripping blood,

  With flesh covered,

  Open thy veil not,

  Wait for thy time now.

  My special one,

  The rose of my morning,

  So tender in hands,

  Keep thy gate shut,

  Veiled thou art,

  Stop where I command,

  Keep thy blood line.

  The weak blood line,

  The strength of thy youth,

  The joy of thy day,

  Like diamonds sparkling,

  So precious thou art,

  Keep thy flesh now,

  Close thy blood line.