I Am What I Say I Am Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I AM WHAT I SAY I AM

The way I am I like
The way I talk I like,
I am what I say I am;
I am who I thought I am.
My thinking controls my life and destiny,
Be it good or bad, I must acknowledge
He who made me in his image after his likeness
Be me poor or rich, I will praise
He who created me spotless and blameless.
Some are with no hands yet they are thankful
To God, they don't bargain with life for a penny.
Some have no face and legs like mine
But they appreciate their maker day and night, they are what they say they are.

I am what I say I am
Why won't I be grateful To my creator,
In every turn that I make is not With my will power
But God makes it perfect in his own time.
I don't crave for envious riches but in
Every breath I take to be acceptable to him.

My life has a price to pay and
That price I crave every night and day,
So that I may be accountable to my maker
In the day of his reckoning at the precious
Throne of mercy for judgement.
I crave not for perfection like the jews
But in everything with humility and loyal love
Shall my deeds be seen by my creator
Who lives above me, for those above can't be cheated.