TRANSITION III (ADIEU T. B JOSHUA)

Who will question God?
We are all debtors, 
Nobody knows when
death will come beckoning. 

He was strongly rooted in faith, 
The living and the dead, 
Felt the impact of your gifts, 
Indeed he emptied all.

Though in grief, we rejoice, 
His departure is painful, 
But who are we to question God? 
The world is like a market place. 

Indeed he died empty, 
Unleashing the wits of his gifts, 
Just like Myles, 
He died empty. 

Bid farewell to Myles Munroe, 
Tell him, the world misses him, 
Just like the way the world will miss T. B. Joshua, 
Many are shock, eyes rain in tears. 

Tell Angel Michael that Christians 
Are not finding it funny in Africa, 
Nigeria has become a Zoo, 
Where animals are significantly 
treasured to man. 

Death a vehicle of transition, 
Man might judge him right or wrong, 
But his deeds will speak for him, 
Some day, we will join him, 
Adieu Prophet T. B. JOSHUA.