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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