My Dear Country!
You are my mother, the Holy
your words are sweet as honey
and you raised me by milky
blessing thee infancy
It is thru you
I devour bodily
I love you
My dear country!
I know of letters,
all of the theologies
over you I’m very
hominid of ovary
You are my darling
whilst I was desolate,
in misery and suffering
to myself as brace
It is my prayer daily
to live at home, the only
Church, the abode of deity
My peace and harmony!
As for Him to bestow life-timed
He was born from the sacred
since your womb the abode of God
I shall call you my country, the Blessed!
Salvation of mine, the soul
Through pleading of diurnal
For the enemy nearby
Departed me by debauchery
In your secure I triumphed
Defeating the corporeal need
Diligently I live
The Lord, I praise!