Friday, June 19, 2009

Chosen

"You're not allowed in our tree house,” shout those from within
Silly grins and devilish looks, the torrents of shame crash in

The door is slammed closed, and the seat is taken
You're not picked for the team, rejection is awakened

Too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall
Ugly puts another brick in the wall

Not enough talent, you're never going to make it
Throw the towel in, it's time you learn to fake it

“Misfit, Outcast, Weirdo,” whisper the posse of exclusions brigade
Noses held high, forearms folded, condemnations facade

Deception lowers its anchor when majority is more than one
Egos erupt, visions blow up, and consciences go numb

If you did a thousand things right, what was wrong would be seen
You're not a citizen of this world, Love is calling and has made you clean

There is a shout heard on high from heavens gates
With tears in His eyes your Savior is pleading, "You're not too late"

"Though ten thousand have pushed you away and failed you before
You're invited into My kingdom and I will share it with you forevermore"

"One million wrong turns is not one too many
I see you spotless, I forgot that you have made any"

"Through My eyes I've never seen you make a mistake
Love always catches you in tender arms of grace"

"The apple of My eye, the favorite in My sight
You have been chosen through adoption, a Kings son by right"

"Cherished above all creation, My obsession will never end
You are My treasure, the one I jealously defend"

"No one can snatch you away from My arms of love
I give you My peace and counsel, My Spirit from above"

"In faith turn your back on this world that has abused you
I am your Father in heaven and I am here to choose you"

1 comment:

Sheila King said...

Thanks for sharing such a beautiful and touching poem.

Love you guys and hope your doing good.

I missed a call from Sean yesterday, it's been a week since I talked to him. But hopefully next week end he'll be able to make another call. We'll see I guess.

Keep in touch, Sheila