What is this rhythm,
that employs my heart's pulsation
Conga beats
The dance to December's début of redemption
Ushering with them, sonorous notes
Of an endless angelic song
Rendered by an innumerable company
Calling me to come belong
I watch enthralled, the power of Emmanuel's grace
Transport me, completely, out of certain disgrace
So quickly, with eyes unveiled,
I behold the utter mystery, of this new born life
Unfettered by conjectures of history
And, it takes me to the depths, of the virginal, conception's, task
Suddenly, there's absolutely nothing left for me to ask
As incandescent, and certain gratitude,
Becomes, the bastion of my attitude,
Hosanna, these blessed eyes, have finally seen the master
They need no longer seek courage, elsewhere to muster
I have found enough, His baby brown eyes, as I gaze
Whilst, my fiercest distractions are set so fearlessly, ablaze
(Izoromanya...)
For in this manger, lays, my strong tower of refuge
That drowns the droves of distractions, binge
There I must now rush in, spirit and soul, delightedly aflame
As the pills of orchestrated reconciliation, bellow,
They bellow my own name
And way way, way beyond the deranged doodling of devilish
dementia
I see emerging even now, mesh-work, for a masterpiece, by the
Messiah,
Even eternity, must at last, decline that designation, to a
special device
For this afro Christmas sake, it embraces immortality, tight, to
inhabit me on the inside
Happy, happy Afro Christmas
(Melodious chant in some non-Nigerian African language (Zulu?)...)
