My God Is In My Room Poem by samuel nze

Here in my house
I make a space for my God,
My God is in my room
Living with me.

I am not a holy man
Not at all a saint,
But I entertain my maker
In my house.

Everyday I sacrifice
Praying with ardent faith;
I pour the wine of libation
To this costly deity.

I invoke, entreat
Supplicate this celestial kin,
Paternal radiance imbues in me
The desire to pray.

For always I see
Blessings perennially assured,
Peace a lasting grace as
My God is in my room.