Submitted By: Kingsley Momoh

All because of me,
You come from Heaven to die.
Papa send you for free,
everything You talk no be lie.

You say you dey come,
You dey go prepare for me
Your Papa house, big bunk plenty.

You send the spirit to me,
Come to comfort and teach,
So that I go fit do Papa will,
Make Papa, I fit reach.

Jesus, Na You biko!
I thank you for everything,
You like me pass gold,
For you, I surrender everything.

© February 2003, Kingsley Momoh