Deeming Love Poem by Didith Marcelo

Whate'er I have, or can do,
Still, God is my will, to fulfill success.
Am peculiar, living alone,
Dazzling of silence; amusing me home.
Dying to be, — but I'm just a subsidiary.
Justified by faith, my working-hands is a proof;
My living footsteps are on a journey.
Deeming what everything about my Savior;
Refreshing my soul with His completion.
I need more, The Man,
That was hanged by the tree.
I need Him to cover me up on my frail.
Reprehensible is accepted, bearing with stringent;
Love abounds, Caresses of His Spirit,
He had to die for me, and so to you.