O for a thousand tongues to sing; 
With a million drums of offerings to bring. 
Will that be enough to pay the debt; 
Of my body and soul which He kept.
Then shall I dance in praises like crazy; 
As my Redeemer over me has never been lazy. 
Or should I jump and scream in His sanctuary; 
Coz His grace drives me far from the Mortuary.
I need more drums to sound out His praise; 
For His love has beautified my life with grace.
So join me in the presence of the most High; 
Lets sing and dance till every of our worries die...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
A refined poetic imagination, Bakare. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.