The time when life seems vast
In days young and night nigh.
My heart pants with life
To explore the heaven and earth.

In days of youth and allure,
When mother sings and father adores.
My heart pants for the time to come,
When I shall kiss my infant's brow.

For the life amiss,life gone,
When youthful pleasures entice,
And visions buried for future to come,
When age speaks and time run wild.

For future unseen and what lay ahead,
My heart pants for the love shown.
And friendship made in love,in hurt,
And distress that born a man.

For days to come; the arrival,
Of the father, the maker of flesh,
When the saints shall be crowned
And saved from the world of sin and death.

©Okunola Peace