Unnamed Poem -- A Sonnet

On Tuesday, my grandma read me one of Shakespeare's sonnets.  I never knew before then what a sonnet was, except I knew it was a kind of poem.  Since that day, I felt like there was a poem I needed to write.  I prayed about it from time to time, but nothing came.  This morning when I woke up, somehow I knew today it would come.  And it did.

I am thy Fortress in battles tough,

I am thy Comfort in darkest night.

I am thy Compass when seas are rough,

I am thy Knowledge filled with light.

I am thy Water, thy Living Bread,

I am thy Hope when all seems lost.

I am thy Savior, Who once was dead,

I am the One Who bore your cross.

I am thy Father -- My child, fear not --

I am the God of all the earth.

I am the One Who gave you this lot --

I called you and held you since your birth.

I am the Hands that were wounded for you;

I am the One Who rose again, too.