If you placed the stars in the sky and still know them all by name,
How come you still remember mine?
If you make out time to hear everyone on Earth as they call out to you,
How come you even recognise my voice?
If all the hairs on my head were tongues,
I still wouldn’t praise you enough,
You are beyond measure,
No one can ever be compared to you, oh my King.
Your greatness is undisputable,
Your power undeniable,
You alone are unquestionable,
And your ways are unsearchable.
Yes, this is hero worship.
👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)