So, I Let My Words Be Few Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

My words are few, my tongue tangled in the thorns of my inhibitions

my vision is blurred, His glory blinds me, through his eyes I see

mind stuck, I am reaching for the helm of His garment

my life at it’s end, I rip my heart out and take His

He wears a crown of thorns, every drop of blood my salvation

Hush, He speaks.

His proclamation of love renewed with every fresh breath

His eyes alight fixed on me

My father: his grace is remarkable, his strength impenetrable, his love unending

Never met any more deserving all of me. I pale in comparison because there’s none.

He has proclaimed himself my lifeline, I fear nothing

He’s living proof of all that is perfect

No greater promise than to see him one day and embrace all of that heaven forever.