Poem for Farm Harvest*
In fields of gold, where seasons sway,
ELEDUMARE blesses the farmer’s way.
As dawn’s first light paints the sky,
We toil and sow, under the Most High.
ELEDUMARE, we seek your grace,
Guide our hands in this sacred space.
Bless our harvest, abundant and pure,
Fill our lives with blessings that endure.
Through fertile soil, our hands dig deep,
Planting seeds, with hopes to reap.
With every touch, we nurture and care,
Knowing that ELEDUMARE is always near.
ELEDUMARE, we seek your grace,
Guide our hands in this sacred space.
Bless our harvest, abundant and pure,
Fill our lives with blessings that endure.
Under the sun’s warm embrace,
We tend to crops with tender grace.
From bud to bloom, we watch them grow,
In awe of the miracles that nature bestows.
ELEDUMARE, we seek your grace,
Guide our hands in this sacred space.
Bless our harvest, abundant and pure,
Fill our lives with blessings that endure.
With grateful hearts, we gather the yield,
Nature’s bounty, our dreams fulfilled.
The fruits of labor, a gift so grand,
A testament to ELEDUMARE’s loving hand.
ELEDUMARE, we seek your grace,
Guide our hands in this sacred space.
Bless our harvest, abundant and pure,
Fill our lives with blessings that endure.
In gratitude, we raise our voice,
Rejoicing in the harvest’s choice.
For ELEDUMARE’s blessings we receive,
Forever grateful, in faith we believe.
ELEDUMARE, we seek your grace,
Guide our hands in this sacred space.
Bless our harvest, abundant and pure,
Fill our lives with blessings that endure.
Mimo Mimo ni ti Oluwa Olorun ELEDUMARE
Iba fun ELEDUMARE
Iba Asee
