Such sweet songs I hope to sing,
When I close my eyes in death
I pray I open them in heaven,
When at last I leave this earth

I pray my soul to God to please,
Let me not be given to vanity,
Let my heart not worship worthless things
But give glory to God, The King

Help me when I am weak
For it’s hard to pull through sometimes
Let my heart not flick
When I go through adversities

(c) Chukwudi I.