He Chose Me

'Tis the greatest gift I met him. The perfect moment me won't forget When in rags, shame and clay, love his Drew me near till in his arms I found myself. Such a blissful irony of beauty and much filth. I till now wonder, why me among so much many? None of it made sense, but his love felt no less. Then told he me, I he chose before the world's birth. Such history of love left my brain in silent misery. Once thought I he I found but learnt it was his plan. Ere I never knew divinity eyes were set on me. Madly glad I am, for a love he best understands.