I was just 7 when you mastered the art of reading me;
You knew the various verses
Written on my Scriptured body…
You knew me even more than I knew myself.
I was 7 when you taught me the meaning of perfection.
That it comes only when my name fills your mouth,
And my body becomes home for you.
I trusted you,
You thrusted me too…I was just 7.
7…7…7 that meant perfection,
But you didn’t leave me perfect father,
You left me too broken for myself to hold together.
I Am Emmanuel