I May Know Thee Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I MAY KNOW THEE
Your way shall I go night and day,
Tending your sheep in my court.
In the field of my heart shall the
Drum of music sound to praise the dust
Of my being in a meekness of my heart.

I will stand to testify the clocking
Waves of your immortality, the star.
I will be coming soon in the glorious room
Where your glory dwells abundantly.
Make me great and graceful, my soul provider,
Tell my soul the sweet sermon of humanity
So that I may know thee by your name.

I know chukwu and chineke, the Igbos call you
I have heard of olorun, oluwa and eledumare, the Yorubas call to praise and exalt your name.
Ubangidi, the Hausas worship you.
Obasi, the Efik dances around for yoursake.

Only you know my beginning from the end
And my end from the beginning.
I will tend your sheep in my court
So that I shall have a comfort with my soul.
In moonlight of my soul did I called you
And you answered me speedily.

Look into my case my maker and make me
Better for there is peace and joy where you are.
Make me better for my plight is special to behold,
Govern my heart so that I may know thee.