I Am His

I am a woman with an invisible crown

By grace circlet in my head

In a time known only by my Everlasting,

 

I am a daughter and a sister.

A friend like no other
I am delighted in meeting souls,

exchanging stories, as healing unfolds

Yet I also cherish the stillness
The quiet corners of time spent alone,
When the road pauses, when the work rests.
Then, I spend time with those I love
Family, friends, the heartbeat of home.

At home, I am the Ate (eldest sister)
The mediator, the adviser, the cook, 

at times the joker,
The steady place in the swirl of life.

 

I serve in a ministry 

With open arms and a prayerful heart,
Guiding gently, loving deeply,

Learning humility
Trying to live a life that magnifies Christ

 

I am a singer.
My voice lifts mellow and gentle hymns,
Melodies are like whispered chant
Goes to the heaven that makes soul sing

I am a writer
Old school, pen and paper in hand,
Where ink becomes my compass
And each line dances from heart to page.
With every word, I soar, I glide,
Tracing God-thoughts and life-learned truths.

I am a counselor,
A confidant and safe place,
Where burdens are shared, secrets held,
And prayers whispered in sacred trust.
I do not carry their weight alone
I lay them at the feet of the One on the throne.

 

But above all
I am a follower of Jesus.
Redeemed by His blood,
My past crucified with Him,
A warrior in prayer,
A recipient of grace,

A victor in life’s battles
A descendant of faith.
God’s treasured possession.
Daughter of the King of Kings.

And this crown though unseen
Is a daily reminder
That I am His,
Forever and always be... His.