I Am Called

 I am different.. I am called.

I am chosen, but not to crawl.

To be wise and speak with grace..

I take counsel, from whom I praise.


A remnant rise, in spirit and truth..

Not to hurt, but to be like Ruth.

Dressed with knowledge, I will not be deceived..

For I seek the Lord, on my bended knees.


My lips of truth, are touched with gold..

To declare in darkness, that light is come.

The foolish pride, of hate and lust..

I pluck with fingers, for in God I trust.


Preordained and predestined..

 I have been blessed, for every test.

As an instrument, of peace and joy..

I sow in fields, to reap abundantly.


With a ring of gold and bed of lace..

My pleasantness and paths, are adorned with peace.

My barns are plenty and my cup is full..

For I look to God and He anoints my call.






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