For having such incredibly high standards
Yet being the One that carries me over.
For showing me where I need to grow
But never belittling me.
For walking on water
So I can keep my feet dry.
For kissing my face
When all it deserved was spit.
For denying yourself
So I could be found.
For holding me dear
Yet never coddling my foolishness.
Thank you for being the Father
I no longer have,
The Lover my heart
Has always longed for,
The Friend
That waits up for me.
Strong are the Arms that hold my life
Attentive is the Ear
That hears my prayer.
A song of thanks
To the God who knows my name.
Siyabonga.
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