Righteous to a fault
Too pious, Satan fears to stain
A voice like the softest touch
Eyes like the vastest, cleanest ocean
Many climb and reach far
But he stands supreme
II
Innocent and fine
Funny with unbended trust flowing like a fountain
A vine without doubts
A shelter ready to protect
Many climb and reach far
But he stands supreme
III
It’s cruel that doves are seen as meat
Even when God endorses their purity
He has a force too pure to stain
And a heart too big to harm
So many have climbed the ladder of my trust
But he stands supreme although he stays afar
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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