You

Maybe it was when I was three,

Or nothing but a growing cell in Thee,

But You were always there for me.

Where would I be,

without the kind words from Thee?

Who would I be,

When You’re the ones not blind to see

the shining light that I can be?

How would I learn to be strong,

if You hadn’t corrected my wrongs?

How could I not be strong,

with You as the lyricist of my favorite song?

I wouldn’t understand the power of true virtue,

the strength in hard work and determination,

if You weren’t at the table of my council,

more than a rock but of a solid foundation.

I couldn’t thrive,

wouldn’t be wise, find it hard to rise

Without Your tithes, Your cries―

You as my sunrise.

Thank You for believing in me,

For making me find courage to excel

Even when I refuse to tell

that You are beyond well,

more than extraordinary,

something past superb.

Mom, Dad―You.

Even when I forget the many “Thank You”s,

the many “I love You”s,

There’s still an eternity

of the vast

“I’m happy to have You”s.