Through out and ins, the earth spins according to the rhythm of the heartbeats of new offsprings
As Church hymns and praise offerings are given to the wind by the lips of the labouring mothers that suffered to bring them in
All accompanied by the notes from the strokes of Seraphs on their harp strings, ascending into The Realm of The Eternal KING…….
……..I was birthed on the first of June
My face was saved from the scorch of the sun and kissed by the moon
As we wake from the womb, the next resting place is the tomb
Like flowers that bloom in the morn, before we’re even born some others are gone and never make till noon
This is why the verse of death’s unsung song is haunting
One many a son will one day sing for many a reason
As Church bells ring in unison to take toll for many a soul through many a season…..
….Serve GOD while you can because the reality of eternity waits for every man…