Before My Maker Poem by angel dzidula komla gbedemah

A Pleasing moment,
Being before my maker.
Low I lie,
Rolling on the ground,
Unable to know how best to appreciate you,
Screaming or jumping?

Gratefulness is an understatement;
Wow! How joyous it feels.
Excitement encapsulates me.
Oh! Lord! My God!
Overflow of blessings,
Abundance of success.

Life without you,
Just can't imagine;
Unbearable it would be,
Miserable it would appear.

Who am I to stand before you?
A filthy rag my soul is,
But merciful you are,
Keeping me safe under your umbrella,
Making me emancipated.

I glorify,
I adore,
I magnify,
Shouting to alert the world,
Of how wonderful you are.

Absorbing my sins,
Erasing my past,
Cleansing my filth,
And on my heart,
Your love is embroidered.

Never will I leave your presence;
But bring to you,
Many souls,
Broadcasting testimonies.
WRITTEN BY ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA