I am that I am is my God
I am what He says I am
No matter how heavy the storm is
And many challenges enemies throw
I will be what He says I will be.
You think my birth a mistake
Because of the surrounding situations
You forgot that He knew me before I was born and appointed me a prophet
I am a choosen generation.
You think because I am poor and helpless, lanky and least
Something good will never come of me
I laugh at you like the psalmist righteous
Because I have known his name,
He will exalt me and makes me a city set upon the hill top that cannot be hidden
My poor place of birth doesn't matter
Jesus was born in Nazareth, a ghetto
David was born in a slum
And Joseph had nobody yet rose to prominence
By his grace, I am a blessing to humanity.
You think you have gotten me in your trap
That I will die without help
Rejoice not, because Paul and Silas didn't die in prison
Shedrak and his friends didn't die in the furnace
Daniel's flesh wasn't consumed in lion den
I have hope and might
I'll push down these walls like Samson did
With loud shout I will bring down this bulwark of Jericho
May It be to you as it was for Haman.
You think your charms are potent
And your spells kill faster that bomb
You forgot that He that keepeth me neither sleep nor slumber
That no weapon fashion shall prosper
That no enchantment and divination would work
Speak the words, it shall not stand.
I am not scared even if I walk through that valley
For death has been defeated by my master
Lazarus testified to this
Dried bones of that valley also attested to it
I will rise each time I go down
For He is not not deaf nor dumb
He will hear my cry like he did to Elijah
And show me my salvation when I need it most.
You can be as powerful as I am
Terror inspiring to their kingdom
Just open your heart and let him in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem