"My Chosen"

The chosen birth exchange for death
a gift complete as can be
my promise oh God with thanks
I give him back to thee.

Out of my womb comes a spirit well-known
loving me like no other has shown
my soul your love kept
as it ceased the ruins within myself.

With a whisper in the storm I hear
it was the words of God’s prophecy.
A messenger… “He will be”.
It’s Chosen’s’ destiny.

In the beginning the enemy
blinded the big picture for me
I held you estranged and cautiously
scars masking your Identity.

Bonded in solitaire we were
releasing fear and saying devil no more
accepting unconditionally was the key
with love being the core.

I saw my legacy in the mirror
was it me? no the one called Chosen
the abundant giver.

You were there to help me through it all
my chosen was truly called.

With a smile you always knew what to do
So my chosen I appreciate you.

I wouldn’t have made it you see
but God gave you to me
and my soul is grateful
oh Lord to thee.