I hold my hands and look up to the sky,
Thanking you for this one gift of life,
I open my eyes each day out of bed,
Thanking you for each breath I take.
I love you; but yet so scared of you,
Since I don’t know my life of eternity.
It might be joyous; it might be hurting,
I being so curious, tension is enlarged within.
Tick tock, comes the end of days,
Sight of the King is soon and very soon.
I feel your love, your voice calling and your touch zooming in,
But still hot blazing fire, from the contiguous temptations.
Forgive me Lord, I ask and ask again,
With this love for you I feel in me.
Each day I try my best for you,
Yet still knowing my wrongs are more than rights.
By, Eric Mburu