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
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Being before my maker. Low I lie, Rolling on the ground, Unable to know how best to appreciate you, Screaming or jumping? Total submission... Good work my friend