So, how do I do this?
I have a message to convey,
But I don’t know how to relay,
Do I rhyme a poem?
Or I use my pen?
Do I use my voice?
Help me make a choice.
Alright! -A poem it is,
It’s like a riddle though,
And Piece by piece, You’ll pass the quiz.
Who am I?
You run to me when all is lost,
You give me gifts without a cost,
You seek my counsel when you are caught,
In the midst of troubles,
In the sands of life.
Who am I?
You run me down without a thought,
To me, criticism is a norm,
You fear the possibility of Eternal death,
So you cling to me in a faux grasp of death.
At this point you should at least have of me a shadow,
And Yes your guess was not shallow,
Permit me to introduce myself with Prestige,
For I deserve more than Biscuits.
I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
The maker of the HEAVENS and the EARTH,
I love you too much to let you go,
You have gone through too much to suffer alone,
I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
I had your refusal in view,
And your criticisms in clearer view,
Yet I let my precious self bleed,
Full of hope for you,
My love for you is not limited by your refusal or cruelty,
For I will keep loving you,
Until you fully yield,
I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
I love you with a boundless love.
Gbadamosi Mary,
CMDA LASUTH