Whose I Am, Is Who I Am

 My thoughts pervades with silent sounds..

As distant drums beat at a telling pace.

I purpose in my heart, that I am rich..

For the promises of God are Yea to me.


I hinder my destined path to walk..

In pondering about what might be.

The words I speak are a manifestation of my seeds..

A weakling I am not.


Kept and carried, I will always be..

For angels keep me company.

The breath of hope, is as a soothing balm..

Where blissful seasons ever save.


Whose I am, is who I am..

A promised seed of Abraham.

Marked by God, with eyes to see..

The fields of green, to lie and be.


Dressed in grace, I am enough..

For favour comes in matchless ways.

All I need, upon my head..

In servanthood, I will be fed.




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