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Father of Children
The Creator of all Children
We hail thee
You that put the babes in the womb of the babes

Baba you too much ooo!
How you dey take do this thing sef?
Humans carrying Humans
Who can do the things you do?

Set the time o Lord
Let the Children have their future
Let no Man take it away from them
Let no nation eat them up

Set the time o Lord
Let the Children reach their destiny
Let no man be able to truncate their journey
Let no people destroy the gifts in them

Se the time o Lord
Let the Children lead their generation
Let no man cage their potentials
Let no Politician deprive them of their positions

Set the time o Lord
Let the Children attain greater heights
Let no system limit their achievements
Let no idea suppress their manifestation

Let the clock tick tick tick
Let the Children grow grow grow
Let the Old men retire retire retire
Set the time for the events o Lord

Let the future leaders emerge
Let the Children take up their mandates
Let the weary rulers step aside
Set the time for the events o Lord

Let the New Kings be bold
Let the Children not grow cold
Let the Old Kings fade away
Set the time for the events o Lord

Their generation is far gone
Their ideas is long done
Their intentions is for their pockets
May they not eat up our own time

Their dues have been recovered
Their secrets have been uncovered
Their sacrifices have been repaid
May they not eat into our own time

Set the time o Lord
Set the Now clear to the owners
Set aside the old weary failures
Let the children that will succeed spring up

We have made this request in Jesus Name!


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