Who am I that you love me?

What have I done to truly receive you?

You are my divine saving grace.

A light upon my life.

You defend me with your dying breath.

And you protect me with your flaming sword.

What did I do to deserve this?

How am I counted worthy?

I’ve bruised my knee countless times.

I’ve even dug my own grave so I could die.

But yet you filled that hole with your love.

To where your divine Spirit now leads me.

I no longer walk alone.

Because your sons and daughters surround me.

You called me your own.

Now I can rest knowing I’m home.

Sincerely,

Olamide Iyaomolere