Chosen

 

Chosen

You say I am chosen, but how can that be?

I thought, no one had ever believed in me.

Nobody cared to keep me from harm,

Yet, You have written my name on Your palm.

You call me holy, though I'm broken inside.

In this broken vessel, Your Spirit resides.

You welcomed me home with arms open wide.

With overwhelming goodness called me to arise.

You say I am precious and so dearly loved.

Created in the likeness of my Father above.

God's special possession, He sings over me.

The apple of His eye, I am longing to be.

Set apart, annointed and ready to serve.

Humbled by such grace, I do not deserve.

May my pain give me empathy,

to reach out to the broken,

My darkness transform into light, like a beacon.

May the years I was lost show others the way,

As God's special emissary of love every day,

Let me bear the image of my Father above.

Fill me to overflowing with never-ending love. 

Dawn Annette Montague

16 March 2022