Off the Cliff
Many hearts gathered to be fed
With words that nourish the spirit
Legs can’t walk in any longer
As the place is already jam packed
On the window frame sat Eutychus
Whose daily toil had taken a u-turn
His best thought was an awesome nap
That’d straighten his muscles
That he did with none to alert him
Of the looming danger in dozing off
For hours he thoughts he’d slept
Until he was declared dead like Latin
Such was the fate of our mother earth
Whose children pushed off the cliff
And watch her fall off with no Paul
To bring her back to life as we all
Look unto God to help her up from death
While the former won’t be helping
The latter remained calm in her grave.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo