daughter of IAM

Life wore me down,

My expectation of what it’s supposed to be tore at me

My very hope was snatched from my bosoms

Everything I am was taken

Till I remained,

A bag of bones

Screaming for help with the last strength.

But even that was a faint echo in my head.

It took everything,

Even the vultures couldn’t feed on me,

For i am nothing left.

It took the last morsel of strength, for me to remember,

I remember who I am.

I am Inifolu,

Daughter of the creator,

Master word crafter.

I am Inifolu,

The laughter that never ends,

The joy that keeps spreading.

I am Inifolu

The one who loves wholly

The one who gives freely

The one who is an heir to the kingdom.

I am Inifolu

Servant of the light

I know who I am.

Life didn’t drown me,

I am the daughter of IAM.

And

All I am,

All I have,

All I hope to be,

All of it,

Is in His hands.

So I find my source of strength, deep within the bag of bones,

And I continue,

Knowing, each step I take is in His hands.