CONSECRATED

Chosen

Some like us have no options

We were created and meant for God

No matter how far we think we can run

God’s will upon us doth prevail

 

In the brief bliss of outrunning God �" Him

Our incompleteness and hollowness is made known

By instinct we return our self to be redeemed

Pleading with Him till we become God’s own

 

On and off, we might always be

Like the movements of the tide you see

His spirit through grace gets us reformed

Then to the world we could be deformed

 

Like Jonah, running only takes us to Him

But we never flee from the turmoil within

Until in perfect submission we return to His will

All journeys made, we must surely pay the bill

 

His love and kindness

Grace and patience

Is the only reason why we still live

For our spirit He owns and can ask it to leave

 

Hiding can be an ordeal

So tasking �" I’ll prefer the raw deal

We may not see for now the benefits

Surely, later in glory, He’ll place my feet

 

As we can’t take flight from one’s shadow

We can’t break the fence of His meadow

What a love God pours from heaven’s window

Author's Note

Every person believes in Something, it is what they believe in that differs. There is no unbeliever!