I Can See

I can see random, Or detect His choice. I can see boredom, Or detect His voice. No snowflake repeats, No sunrise the same, No fingerprint cheats, When it's time to blame. Are my choices right, When covered in love? Or, did I lose sight Of choices above? What a shock to me- The end of my days, To finally see The strength of His ways. My choices don't lead, But His to obey. My love's not to plead, "Grant my choice, ok?" Like honey and gold, God's choices endure, And the truth be told, My choices aren't pure. Follow His choices, And preserve your life. Ignore the voices That stir up your strife. I can see His choice, And reject random. I can see His voice, And reject boredom.