If I Were Chosen
Should I see His face
a countenance of innocence, love, purity, and grace
or hear His voice, every melodic flow
the very rhythm of life, I pray that I would know
acknowledge the Son of God, walking upon this earth
blended into the side paths and roadways of life-s after birth
in awe and appreciation
within the embrace of His creation;
the beauty, bounty, magic, mystery, and wonder
of a God's love, His heart, His spirit, His thunder,
His existence, presence, the essence of being
within the marrow of my soul, eyes open wide to seeing.
Would that I could recognize through these human eyes
His endearing boundless efforts to save me undisguised,
call me to His arms, teach me the truths
that I fail to learn alone in old age and youth.
Surely, I would get down upon my knees
pray for wisdom, guidance, direction to believe
the inclination to open my eyes, my ears, my mind, my soul,
my heart to the miracle of being God's child to behold
if I were one of the chosen.
Simple reflections, after watching another episode of THE CHOSEN
with gratitude, awe and amazement.
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