The God of my youth.
It’s been a while I wrote to You. My Best Friend, my Completion, the owner of my head – I think that sounds better in my Yoruba language – Olowo ori mi. Beautiful One that I adore, you indeed own my head, my body, my feet, my soul, my spirit.. Infact like the lovely Psalmist expresses it, my soul and ALL that is within me gives you praise.
My Heart adores You, my gall bladder dances before you, my scapula acknowledges your majesty, my medulla oblongata knows without a shadow of doubt that there is none like you, my Kidneys exalt you, my liver gives you worship, my tendon rejoices in you, my shin stands in awe of you, my left and right ventricles are filled with love for you, my retina sees your faithfulness and my lips will forever sing Your praises! Oh Lord, King of glory, I stand amazed in your presence and it is you I will worship for ever!
Daddy, a man remembers the 'wife of his youth', usually a term of endearment to acknowledge that “we’ve come a mighty long way!”.. Indeed Lord, You are the God of my youth!
I remember with such joy, fondness and gratitude how my relationship with you has evolved through childhood to teenage years, and now to young adulthood – It has been a REAL pleasure Joy of my World, and I stand utterly grateful for what is my most prized possession, my free gift of inestimable value.. Your love for me, your grace so sweet, your salvation so true.
God of my Youth. I love you yesterday, I love you today and I will love You tomorrow.
Your forever girl,