To Whom I Owe All Poem by Zion Odeyemi

The uttermost part of my heart is giddy,
The depth of my heart isn't hollow,
My spirit is lifted,
And my countenance is bright

I radiate happiness in my daily dealings,
For my hands dealeth only in success,
Even in the midst of plenty,
I have no fear of security.

On the land, over sea, and high up in the sky,
I make merry like one without taught,
Even in the land of chaos and uprising,
I lay me down and sleep like a baby.

In the market place I choose as my soul desires,
And wonder why the people are not sure,
They choose and eat out fear,
But whatever I choose nourishes my soul.

In due time things fall in place for me,
With my spouse, peace is all I know,
I welcome my child into this world without stress,
And in secular things I'm considered wise.

Among peers I'm considered ‘favored',
Within my household I'm considered ‘blessed',
To the world I'm considered ‘chosen',
And to myself I say I'm ‘lucky'.

My dreams are made real,
My goals are within reach,
Failure? A fading memory,
And I stand in awe of my life.

Then, while counting my blessings,
I shiver in awe of the Supreme Being by whom all were made,
And He who has without merit chosen me for His blessings,
To whom no one can ever pay up his arrears,
The awesome God, "to whom I owe all".