The Gardener's Cry Poem by tolu ogundare

'Take not what you read of The Master,
In countless pages of gracious deeds,
For unending tries of a certain Waster;
Sowing on dour grounds His precious seeds.

Oh let not despair take the small;
Of sundry seeds His timely sow
For faithful grounds on which they fall,
Shall The Master the more bestow.

Wake your grounds that in slumber lay;
Wake and tend The Master's seeds;
That His coming of no delay,
May grace a harvest of many yields.'