My God and I
Like a son about to harvest his needs
From the pocket of his father.
I took the steps of humility to the throne of grace.
Armed with a faith as small as a muster seed.

As my kneel humbles itself in prayer
My lips threw open its gate
Allowing my tongue to offload my worries
In the ears of my heavenly father.

They say if the Earth is a restaurant
That air is her waiter, it serves everyone.
Like a chef whose aroma make noses to love breathing in
I fill the air with praise for my God to inhale as he want.

Like a child whose father is his friend
I caste my self in his hands
For his hands is always open to receive me
In him all my worries ends
2020