Who will question God?
We are all debtors
Nobody knows when,
Death will come beckoning.

You were strongly rooted in faith
The living and the dead
Felt the impact of your gifts
Indeed you emptied all.

Though in grief, we rejoice
Your departure is painful
But who are we to question God?
The world is like a market place.

Indeed you died empty
Unleashing the wits of your gifts
Just like Myles,
Who died empty.

Bid farewell to Myles Munroe
Tell him, the world missed him
Just like the way the world will miss you,
Many are shock, eyes rain in tears.

Tell Angel Michael that Christians
Are not finding it funny in Africa
Nigeria has become a Zoo,
Where animals are significantly
treasured to man.

Death a vehicle of transition
Man might judge you right or wrong
But your deeds will speak for you
Some day, we will join you,
Adieu Prophet T. B. JOSHUA.