Upon reflecting on how fragile I am and how transient life is during this period of illness, I know God is able to take me home any time. And when that moment comes, that second comes, I want only God to be glorified. And this poem is born.
--- I want to be ---
I want my life to be like fireworks.
When I'm lit up
The splendour of God will be displayed
For all to marvel and adore.
I want to be a dynamite.
Strike me
And I'll explode
Destroying the old
And
Establishing the new
A new lease of life
A fresh breath of God
A new foundation laid.
Most of all
I want to be loved
By the One who created the heavens
And formed me in my mother's womb.
And I am loved
By Him.
Yay!
Bish ba boom!!
~ 25 Feb 2016, Aggie C.
--- I want to be ---
I want my life to be like fireworks.
When I'm lit up
The splendour of God will be displayed
For all to marvel and adore.
I want to be a dynamite.
Strike me
And I'll explode
Destroying the old
And
Establishing the new
A new lease of life
A fresh breath of God
A new foundation laid.
Most of all
I want to be loved
By the One who created the heavens
And formed me in my mother's womb.
And I am loved
By Him.
Yay!
Bish ba boom!!
~ 25 Feb 2016, Aggie C.
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