God certainly needs no protection
He does not need my voice
He does not need my fingers
He does not need my muscle
to get things done.
But he equipped me with something special,
special to be used on this Rock.
This place of equal paradise and desolation-
He made me in His image.
He gave me another chance.
He gave me purpose
a reason to dance- like David.
He gave me His son whom
I carry around, in the womb of my heart
forevermore as I heal the sick, as I raise the dead
as I lift somber spirits to high ones.
Just to show he is the Father of my Heart.
Oh God, how I love you.
-Poem by Erica