Happiness visits in the morning, into the afternoon and at night.
Joy seats with me during breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Angels guide me in my going out and when I am returning,
While divine protectors guide my home as we sleep.
Tell me Father, who am I that you are very fond of me.
Strength has become the garment I wear daily.
My hair is knotted for upcoming battles,
Face made-up to distract the opposition and
A stylish sunglasses which sees tomorrow.
My blouse, a bulletproof vest ready for weapons seats perfectly on my chest,
Matched with straight-cut khaki trousers with many pockets to receive my reward,
And with shoes that walk on water, I can navigate a thousand seas
And still speak on the phone to my beloved son, who you have crowned.
He made me this ready.
He equipped me for life.
Now I see him clearer.
Who am I, that you are watchful of.
Were did I get it right?
When did I throw the wining dice?
How could I have patronised you?
Which one of my many shortcomings can you not see?
Why did you not pick someone else?
Tell me father, what have I done to deserve you?
Your love for me still baffles me.
Because you chose me, I am envied.
Because you cater to me, I am never wanting.
Because you shelter me, I can plan a family.
Because you feed me, I can provide food for my offspring.
And because my cup runneth over, I am able to quench many who thirst.
Do I deserve your promises?
The oaths you made before I came to be?
Yes I do! Every word, Every utter, Every seed,
Because you chose me, to love me.
Tell me father, I love when we have these conversations.