Oh yes, I am chosen.
Before the foundation of the world, He knew my name,
Set apart was I, by the hand of the Almighty,
Chosen not by my might, but by His grace.
I walking in His promise, sealed by His love,
An heir to a Kingdom that reign supreme.


They asked, “Who are you?”
I said, “I am a vessel of onto glory,
I am vessel onto honour,
A vessel of He who is the “I am that I am.
A light in the darkness, called to be bold.
For the Lord Himself laid upon me His glorious purpose,
Crafting every one of my trials into testimony.


Through every storm that comes my way, I am not alone,
His Spirit is my anchor, my shield, my song.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not by the will of man, but by the call of God,
Whispered into life existence a destiny divine,
His breathe gave me life.


When the world tries to tear me down,
I stand firm, clothed in His strength and righteousness.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper,
For the Lord is my fortress, my champion, my Redeemer.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
His word is my foundation,
His truth is my guide.
I walk by faith, not by sight,
For I know the One who goes before me.
For he is the equal of no man or being.


Even in the valley of shadows,
I fear no evil, for His rod and staff comfort me.
He prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies,
My cup overflows with His goodness and blessings.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yeah, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not for my glory, but for His,
A witness to the world of His unending grace.
By His blood, I am redeemed,
By His hand, I am led.

God is a poet,
And I, His masterpiece
Carefully crafted, beautifully made,
Shaped in His image,
A reflection of perfection, excellence and supremacy.

From the depths of silence, He spoke,
His words the brushstrokes of eternity,
With verses, He painted stars in the sky,
And through rhyme, oceans kissed the shores of existence.

His poetry is the foundation rhythm of creation,
Life itself a stanza of His infinite verse.
At the sound of His voice, commanded,
The void surrendered,
Light broke from darkness, and the cosmos took shape.

"Let there be," He declared—
And the sun rose in flames,
Mountains stood in reverence,
Rivers danced through valleys,
And the earth spun to the music of the spheres.

Brought to life by His breath,
His essence I carry,
A living testament to His boundless creative power
I am the art in the artist’s hands,
A spark from the divine flame.

He etched His name on my soul,
His spirit the ink that runs through my veins.
I am the masterpiece of a Master-Builder
More than clay, more than dust, more than flesh.

I am, that I am,
An echo of He who said,
"Let there be."
And so I am, and forever will be.

They pushed me to awaken the giant within, little did they know they pushed past the limit.
...now a MONSTER on their trail!

Thank you for giving me to the ashes and pepper.

If I could,
I would paint a picture of you across the sky—
A canvas of clouds for the world to see.
The rainbow, my palette, dipped in hues of my heart,
To illustrate the boundless depths
Of how much I love you.

A picture might capture a million words,
Yet a million words falls short—
They can’t hold the vastness of my love,
A love that spills beyond the edges of language.

I try to voice the feelings I harbour,
To let you glimpse the ocean within me,
But every time, my voice falters,
Drowning in the waves of emotion
That crash and recede, leaving me silent,
A debtor at the banks of words,
Struggling to pay off what cannot be expressed.

But if you could see the sky I paint for you,
You’d know, without a word spoken—
That my love for you is as infinite as the heavens,
And as enduring as the light that breaks through the storm.

Let me wash myself in the current of your gentle waters,
Where the caress of your wave’s cleanses not just my skin,
But the very essence of who I am, leaving me reborn.
Let me drink deeply from the fountain of your love,
Each drop a sweet elixir that quenches a thirst of my soul,
Pour me till it fills the emptiness within me,
Leaving me to drown in the endless ocean of your love.

Let me gaze in the garden you’ve nourished with your grace,
Wandering through fields where flowers bloom in your name,
Their petals soft as your whisper,
Their fragrance a memory of your embrace.
Each leaf trembles like my heart when I’m near you,
A delicate dance, swayed by the gentleness of your breath.

Let your waters be the salve to my hidden wounds,
Healing what time and tears have left behind,
A soothing touch that mends the fractures of my past.
Let your waves rise not in anger, but in tender embrace,
Washing away the doubts that cloud my mind,
Leaving only the clarity of your love’s light.

Let your water be easy on me,
If your love must surge like a powerful tsunami,
Let it sweep away the old and usher in the new,
Breaking down walls I’ve built in fear,
Only to rebuild me stronger, closer to you.
Carry me on your tides to distant shores,
Where we can build and live out our dreams,
A place where every sunset is a promise,
And every sunrise, a renewal of the vows we’ve made in our hearts.

Let me sail upon your waters,
Guided by the stars reflected in your eyes,
To an island where milk and honey flow,
A paradise sculpted by the tides of your love,
A sanctuary where my heart finds its eternal home,
In the depths of your unwavering devotion.

I am a writer, and I put my hands to writing.
I train my hands in the ways of warriors.
When enemies come looking for a fight,
I give them a war.

I train my hands in the ways of farmers.
When spring comes around,
I till the soil and plant seeds.

I train my hands in the ways of artists.
With brushes and colours,
I paint the world as I see it.

I train my hands in the ways of musicians.
With strings and keys,
I create melodies that speak my heart.

I train my hands in the ways of builders.
With hammer and nails,
I construct dreams from mere ideas.

I train my hands in the ways of healers.
With gentle touch and care,
I mend wounds both seen and unseen.

I am a writer, and my hands do more than write.
They fight, they farm, they create, they build, they heal.
In every action, in every deed,
My hands tell the stories of my soul.