My Thanks Poem by Oluwakeji Daniel Onabajo

From altitude I bring gratitude,
Immersed in open air,
Layed in an array of written text,
With a solid typeface.

Thanks,
To the air I breathe,
Filled with the, redolence of apple orchard,
Got my lungs filled with you.

Thanks,
To the days I've lived,
For bringing out the best in me,
Trailing through all clogs,
Here am I, standing tall and strapping.

Thanks,
To my kith and kins
Who treats guests like family,
The custodian of faith and trust,
Blessed are the Nazarite.

Special Thanks,
To God the Father I serve,
The one who was, is, and is to come,
Whose words are not for fun.

Special thanks,
To Christ the son,
The branch of Joshua,
The "Immanuel" the virgin's son,
The priest after the order of Melchizedek,
The rod out the stem of Jesse,
The saviour of men-the testimony of God.

Special Thanks,
To the Holy Spirit,
The third person of the adorable Trinity,
He reproves, helps, glorifies, intercedes,
Executor of offices peculiar only to a person,
The sanctifier of souls.

My thanks I pray,
Shall never end here,
Daily, till I grow grey hairs,
Even my heir's would take it up from here.