O’ earth! What dost thou hear?
O’ people! What is thy interpretation?
They hear sounds,
They hear rumblings,
It is as the noise of resounding cymbals,
As the clash of metals,
As the clash of the Swords of great rivals,
One perturbing resound,
That disturbs the heart of men,
One perturbing resound,
That breaks the soul of the hefty,
One perturbing resound,
That bends the heart of King,
One perturbing resound,
That embraces the blemish,
Unto us a sound is born,
Unto us a sound is given,
It shall herald its second coming,
Like the currents of oceans,
It shall herald its new birth,
Upon its shoulders shall the pillars of the earth rest,
It shall be heard on high and low,
The people trembles at it’s resound and for fear rebukes it,
Who can stand before this great and mighty sound,
Her wings shall cover the earth,
Her voice shall pierce the heart of men,
Her tongue is as the pen of a ready writer,
Her skin is like milk and honey to those who love her,
And dung to those who hate her!
Her chariots travels past the mountain top,
Her ships treads down the deepest and darkest oceans,
Holy is her sound,
But men despise,
Today if you hear this sound don’t be ignorant,
As your fathers did in the Wilderness,
It is the sound of revival,
By Emeri Chidera
Sing o’ sound for beautiful is your melody,
As refiners fire to my spirit.
