I am the created,
Who was carved and embedded
In a compartment to be conceived.
As a light bearer,
Designed to shine bright in my apartment with an assigned department to lead.
I am for Him alone
I am lion;
Bold and fearless,
The architect of my commission.
With eyes of an eagle not relenting in my vision.
My voice like a nightingale as a tool for my assignment.
More like a flowing stream ever connected to my source.
I am an epitome of His Image.
I am a part of a body
Little but unique,
Stocked with values to fulfill my task,
And other parts to aid my mission.
For His purpose alone to play.
I am a being
Required to reign,
Cultured and groomed
Hence cannot rupture.
I crave for His milk;
Ever drinking from His table.
I am drowned in the sea of my aspiration to be a replica of my maker.
I am who He says I am.
Written by Allen Temitope