I’m pleased because of how your 1st class degree in biomedical science,
Hasn’t stopped you from being an usher,
How you raise you head high, directing others to the altar.
I’m pleased because of how you fear no evil in my name,
And rebuke demons through my grace.
You don’t shudder, when darkness lurks,
A child of light, my Father does unimaginable works.
I’m pleased by your ability to sit quietly,
Even when you think that you are right,
Better still when you know you are.
I’m pleased with you, for the persecution you took for my name’s sake
The odd stares and the empty sympathising from the lost,
The shaking of heads, as they carry sins weight.
I’m pleased because you turned down that six figure salary,
Because they asked you to dishonour the Sabbath,
You said “everyday is holy, but you should understand, Sunday is like Father’s day to me”.
I’m please because you’re slow to speak and slow to anger,
I’m pleased when you say “na thanks”, to the most sort after invitation to the party of the year.
I’m pleased because you didn’t approach Brother A,
Despite your craving emotions,
Even if he did smile at you a little longer than the others.
I’m pleased because you respected Sister B, all the way to the altar,
Abstaining and patiently waiting, without falter.
I’m pleased with your boldness among those who believe the least,
You boast about your God and shame the beast.
And your humility among those who believe the most,
Humble servant of Lord of hosts.
I’m pleased with you for giving up your favourite tv show,
Fasting, and putting your body under control
I’m pleased by how little the pride you acquire, and how great your gratefulness for my grace and sacrifice,
That I admire.
And when my father sends me, on the day of judgement,
I will know you, and I will speak merrily of you,
Because I’m so pleased with you.