Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Lord let us be as you are As we lift our hands to you Let each life that comes to you Be cut to size at the quarry Stone shaped without human hands Make me a living stone  Tried and precious to you Fit as a son That I also may build with you Every Stone for one body Christ's body be built. Light be! So, Let my soul be Your word you have spoken I have heard Yes, I have seen My hands have handled My life has experienced I write I sing Now, I speak I declare! I am.

In these days It seems that all that had been learnt Has been either forgotten Or unlearned to be relearnt But the basic things elude me Leaving me small and bare And my speech a ramble of thoughts. I know not if this should be    But trusting in my heart       Here I am, laid down Splattered out on the altar That somehow, you may be pleased As the smell of burning flesh reaches you  This is me                             All of me                                     My questions and fears                   My entrails arranged before you      I live to worship you.