Changes all around, I see:
From decay's claws, none is free ---
What is, and is not passing?
Earth's fashion is ever fading!

Visage even, soon coarse:
All earth-born run like course;
Fair today, tomorrow blackened;
Body, firm now; anon, slackened!

Earth's adamant is but cloud wall;
A spider web, shaming all,
Nay, letting down at long last,
Any, who himself into her arms cast!

Saviour divine, my aplomb,
In aught of this earth-dom,
Pray, sink in the ocean of thy will:
That I mightst grind only in thy mill!

Away from my heart, all passings;
Oh, welcome all ever-abidings:
My faith hath espied eternal treasure,
Kept safe, for my eternal pleasure!

Amen!
-Ojo'je Ad'eyi

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Ojoje Adeyi