- Poem for farm harvest
There lies a field of gold, that makes dreams grow,
A farmer toils, to show love,
From dawn till dusk, with sweat and strain,
He tends the land, through sun and rain.
CHORUS:
Eledumare blesses the ground,
And make all foods grow,
For man and animals,
To live and honour Him.
With hands that toil, and heart that cares,
He sows the seeds, and nurtures it,
He watches patiently, as crops take root,
With hope and faith, he bears the fruit.
CHORUS:
Eledumare blesses the ground,
And make all foods grow,
For man and animals,
To live and honour Him.
With every harvest, his spirit soars,
For he knows the worth of what nature brings,
He reaps the rewards of his labour’s might,
A farmer’s joy, a beautiful sight.
CHORUS:
Eledumare blesses the ground,
And make all foods grow,
For man and animals,
To live and honour Him.
Variety of grains and fruits so sweet,
A farmer reward, makes life complete.
Through different seasons, he tends the land,
A steward of earth, with humble hand.
CHORUS:
Eledumare blesses the ground,
And make all foods grow,
For man and animals,
To live and honour Him.
Mimo Mimo ni ti Oluwa Olorun ELEDUMARE
Iba fun ELEDUMARE
Iba Asee
