A poem in my mystery language translated from Yoruba to English 2/19/2020:

Don’t be afraid

Then he went to the palace to see her. 
The rest is up to you. 
Bend down to me.

We want to catch up to him. 
And thou shalt find thy way. 
I can also participate.

Let me speak to you. 
The light is almost gone. 
We are very late.

Hold on to your God and do good.

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Psalm 45:

¹³ The royal daughter is all glorious within the palace;
Her clothing is woven with gold.

Romans 14:

¹¹ For it is written:
“As I live, says the Lord,
Every knee shall bow to Me,
And every tongue shall confess to God.”

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