Yet hoping for Your fresh touch,
For Your oil of gladness.
Let Your touch envelope me,
Let the oil run from my crown to my feet,
Let Your love wash over me anew,
Let it comfort and heal me,
Let it bind my broken heart,
Let it fill me up to overflowing,
Let it satisfy my hunger,
Let it quench my thirst,
Let it renew my strength,
Let it bring back to life those bubbles of joy.
This is me right now, Father,
Crying out to You.
©2016, Ayobami Temitope Kehinde