Mourning by the dry well

How the cord is broken,
How the flesh is become but a wind,
How the veil is torn down;

He who tears down the veil
Gets to enter behind the veil;
Never again to sojourn on this side of the theater.

Oh,
My heart bled for you dear old peer
When I heard you passed on.

How people separate and never get to see again,
How I will pickup wings and separate from my people,
And my people from me and we never get to see
Again on this side of the veil.

Oh,
By the spring of living waters,
Where joy abounds and peace reigns in majesty;
Please let me see your face again dear:
Alaba Ogunjobi,In the paradise of the Most High.