CEO, Big boss, Man in charge…
All names given to You…
Taking care of the things that no one else can,
While enlarging my territory and expanding my lifespan.

Sometimes I see You as that man upstairs in that corner office,
Though busy at work there is nothing that You ever miss…
You put things into place way before I see,
That most of the work was done for me.

At times I wonder how You do it all,
And still find time for me every time l call..
No wonder You are the boss as You have all things set,
So when troubles come I don't have to fret.

In Your office in the sky, behind Your big desk,
Mapping out the plan for where l go next…
You stamp every document and seal every plan,
Most of which l am yet to understand.

Many people around, they fear their boss,
But for a wretch like me, You died on a cross…
What can l give to the man upstairs?
When He has everything more than combined billionaires.

A gift without price is for all He asks,
And in His presence daily, we should bask…
So why do we  choose to give Him what's left?
When all that we need is found in His cleft.

I lift my hands to You Mr Corner Office man,
Because You take care of me, the way no one else can…
I hope someday, I will be sitting next to You,
Upstairs, corner office, with a really nice view.