By Felix Brambaifa

Your acceptance meant moreThan life ever gaveMore than the darkness of beforeBut like the light I do now crave
You became life’s greatest anticipationLike dry lands after Noah’s floodAnd to my hopes, you became manifestationsAs if you had become my own god
Little is what words can expressFor much must remain unrevealedThough your grace had tempered the tempestAnd rejuvenated, when my soul did bleed
My counted blessings now like grainsShall remain relic of your great worthYou made bountiful like drop of rainsThat grace, without which I always, fell short
Your place is beyond the measure of worthFor its roots is in Gods own heartSurely from above you decided to come forthAnd with my soul forged an eternal pact
You are my grace in human formYour broke the darkest ruleAnd separated me from the stormThat now you have become my silent miracle