Submitted By: Nkiru Njoku

Seek and ye shall find,
Knock and the door will be opened.
My people open up your minds,
Shut them and nothing will be gained.

'Come, bring me a white ram...
Also, a bottle of red, red oil.
Place that money on my palm,
And my son, nothing go ever spoil.'

'Come with or without your faith,
And see how my god will arise.
Let not your weary heart be faint...
My god, e big and very, very wise.'

Listen friends and listen real good,
Those things; they never really work!
Those guys are looking for their food,
With all that hoopla...it's all rubbish talk!

There's yet another answer...
But we've refused to seek Him.
Away from Him, we've strayed so far...
Our view of Him, obscured by our sin.

But He's still sitting, watching and waiting,
For you and I to upon Him call.
He'll forgive; He's ever so willing,
Doesn't matter how many times we fall.

He is the answer to all of life's problems,
He needs not your cash, nor any of your food.
But He needs your faith sha; His rules are very firm.
He is the answer...My own God e dey too good.

Call upon Him, na Him be the answer.
Look for Am, and you go surely find.
No worry, my good brothers and sisters...
My own God, e get you for Him mind.

©Nkiru Njoku, August 2002