I AM OF THE 6TH OF THE 82ND SONG

I AM OF THE 6th OF THE 82nd SONG

What have I done?

What have I created?

Who have I become?

What am I doing?

Have I misled others?

Or done things to hurt?

Have I loved enough?

Have I done more or less?

Have I created a me of your dreams?

A me you desire?

A me you deserve?

Or have I Created a me of Gods plan?

Who is this that is here before you?

Who is this looking into you light?

Who is this that stares out but sees in?

Who did your daughter turn into?

Am I her, that makes you smile

Or her that sits with you by you right hand

Am I her that emanates true worship

am I still that prized apple of your love

Though I stepped wrong sometimes

I have walked by grace dear father!

I have created a human mistake

but u saved me by Grace your through faith

I am here dear father

Your daughter bought by your blood

I am the her of the 31st proverb

her of the 31st of the 69th song

I am of the 6th of the 82nd Song

I am the daughter of the Most high

raQ

What I find

I look deep

And see little

On the surface I see much

On the inside I have much

I look deep inside

And find things

Not in words, figures or picture

I see a lot . . . a whole lot

I look deep and search deeper

Looking for you

For your approval

and in me I see

The fall from an Image

to a climb

A climb . . .

A climb

I reach deep

Deep in my soul and touch

No I taste you

I taste you and get drunk in the Euphoria

You came in and changed the taste

You changed the taste of me

The Taste I get

Now I can stare and see

See the thing

The things you put here

I taste you glory

I feel your presence

I hear you whisper

And listen to your shout

I sum it all

And my words are just . .

They are just not . . .

I say

My God

You are Magnificent

This I find in me!

raQ

THIS MY DEAR, IS WHERE I AM

THIS MY DEAR, IS WHERE I AM

My heart Longs for you

Coz in you

I Can’t hide my face

I Can’t hide my heart

I can’t hide my feelings.

You lay bare

The thoughts of my heart

And all my deep desires

You know

My worship is made of only this

Of only words

Of only groans

Of only tears and motions, dances. .and and and . . . .

My cry from a heart that has been . .

that has been forgiven

that has been saved

that has seen love

My soul I give to you

And this salvation

You offer me

I take. . .

I hold you my dear God

I hold your eyes

No . . . . you hold my stare

I’m either in awe of you

Or in awe of you

This my dear, is where I am

Opaluwah Akor